job hunting Who: Jackson and Row When: Morning Where: the bookstore where Jackson works
Whoever said 'it's just like riding a bike' was a sick, lying bastard.
Okay, the bike was older than she was, and she did have a few broken fingers, and that probably factored in there somewhere. But having not used it in almost six months, it did take her a few minutes to fall back into it. She narrowly avoided a ditch and then a tree, but she got into town with no new injuries.
She'd made a few calls the previous night and had managed to secure a job at the Berry Bucket, but she wanted another one. She didn't have a dime to her name, and her mom's budget was tighter than ever. So she was making the rounds in Scarlet Oak, stopping anywhere she thought A) might hire her, and B) she didn't know anyone working there already. She was putting off running into familiar faces for as long as possible, thank you.
She stopped at a bookstore that looked doable, chained her bike, and went inside. She saw (unfortunately) a guy not too much older than she was behind the counter, but she didn't recognize him immediately, so she sucked it up and headed to the counter. "Hey. Is this place hiring?"