First Day of Summer - Quinn's Day - Part 3

 

Twenty minutes later, the four fractious friends left the Starbucks. “I don’t think you were holding up the line, Quinn,” Stacy said.

 

“You already said that, Stacy,” Quinn said with a smile.

 

“Oh! Of course,” Stacy said.

 

“You weren’t,” Tiffany said.

 

Sandi remained silent.

 

 

A few stores later, there was another flashpoint. The store in question was a second hand clothing store. Quinn knew that Sandi would react in some way...

 

“Gee, Quinn, this is worse than J. J. Jeeters!”

 

“Sandi! Don’t shout that at the top of your lungs!” Quinn said.

 

“I wasn’t shouting!” Sandi said.

 

“I think you were, Sandi,” Stacy said nervously.

 

“Yeah, it’s so wrong!” Tiffany said.

 

Sandi turned to Tiffany. “That’s your answer to everything you, like, disagree with, isn’t it?”

 

“Wwhaaat?”

 

“I’ll, like, wait outside!” Sandi said, she turned to go.

 

“Sandi! Wait!” Quinn said. ‘We really shouldn’t be fighting over stuff like this,’ she thought.

 

 

When Quinn, Stacy and Tiffany left the store they found a rather thoughtful Sandi waiting outside. “Sorry, Quinn,” she said.

 

Quinn wasn’t sure that Sandi was really sorry. She could still hear a trace of her usual haughtiness in her voice. She decided to give Sandi the benefit of the doubt though. ‘After all, we’re all still growing,’ she thought. “Apology accepted.”

 

“Cool,” Stacy said.

 

“What are we going to do now, Quinn?” Sandi asked.

 

“There are still few stores here, then we’ll go elsewhere in Lawndale,” Quinn said.

 

“Sure.”

 

 

After two hours they left Cranberry Commons and headed to the Fashionable areas of the downtown shopping areas.

 

 

After they arrived at Main Street, Sandi asked; “Where do we start, Quinn?”

 

“Right here,” Quinn said, noticing that they were outside a small restaurant.

 

“Um, sure,” Sandi said uncertainly.

 

“Cool,” Stacy said.

 

 

“That’s a large pile there,” the restaurant supervisor said, noticing Quinn’s pile of application forms.

 

“So I’ll have a choice,” Quinn said with a giggle.

 

“But do you seriously want a job for summer?”

 

“Of course?”

 

“Then I wouldn’t be applying at dozens of places.”

 

“I could have more than one job,” Quinn retorted.

 

“I’m sorry, but I’m not going to offer you a job. You already have plenty right there,” the supervisor said.

 

“But I have experience!” Quinn responded, her charm high.

 

“She worked at Governors Park this spring,” Stacy interjected.

 

“So?” the supervisor said. “Stop wasting your time. If you aren’t going to eat here, then leave!”

 

 

Quinn slammed the door shut in a huff. “Hey!” Sandi said as she opened the door. “I was, like, right behind you!”

 

“Don’t worry, Quinn. You can’t get them all,” Stacy reassured. Quinn took a notepad out of her handbag and wrote something down. “What’s that?”

 

“My Mom is going to hear about this!” Quinn exclaimed.

 

“Good idea,” Sandi said.

 

“Let’s go,” Quinn said, intending to continue her job hunt.

 

 

Forty minutes later, Quinn and her friends ordered lunch at Chez Pierre.

 

“Et vous, mademoiselle?

 

“Escargot,” Quinn said pointing to the item on the menu.”

 

“Gee Quinn, don’t you know that’s like, snails?” Sandi asked.

 

“I do, Sandi, I’m not stupid,” Quinn said in reply.

“She can have snails if she wants, Sandi,” Stacy said quietly.

 

Sandi glared at Stacy, who merely looked down with meekness.

 

 

After a good French meal, Quinn and her friends left Chez Pierre. “Where are we going now?” Stacy asked.

 

“The other Mall,” Quinn replied.

 

“Good,” Sandi murmured.

 

“What was that?” Quinn asked.

 

“More good quality stores, and Cashmans,” Sandi said.

 

“Certainly,” Quinn said, still uncertain about Sandi’s feelings about her job quest.

 

 

Upon arrival at the Lawndale Mall, Sandi asked. “Where do you intend to start, Quinn?” There was an undercurrent that suggested that she thought that Quinn would start at an unfavourable store like J. J. Jeeters.

 

‘Not right away, that would like putting oil on a fire or whatever,’ she thought. “Cashmans. I’d like to see Theresa’s face when I ask her for an application form.”

 

“Good idea, Quinn,” Stacy said.

 

“That would be great,” Tiffany said.

 

“Gee, Quinn, I hope she doesn’t react like that restaurant manager,” Sandi said.

 

Quinn turned to Sandi. “I don’t think she would.”

 

“Let’s see,” Sandi said.