There weren't a lot of things that Rosemary knew about this Caleb, this young hunter but one thing was becoming very clear. He was extremely not liking her. But that was just fine. She didn't need him to like her. All she wanted was to see him smile. Was that too much to want? Apparently so for Mister Grouchy. So she had taken a few burgers. That was no big deal.
She shrugged and rolled her eyes. "I was only playing. And I was bored!" He couldn't really still be mad at her for taking a few burgers, was he? But clearly he was holding a grudge over it. Rosemary didn't like grudges. They made her heart heavy and her brain full of stupid things that she wished she could forget. Grudges hurt. Surely she would make it up to Caleb! Why else would she be here, asking for a job? There were a lot of things she would rather be doing. Chasing butterflies in the woods or squirrels up trees! Taking naps in the sun or rolling around in the leaves! Yes, there were plenty of things she could do instead of offer to clean up grease and ketsup.
But here she was and if he didn't give her this job, she was going to pester him until he did. Caleb the Hunter had not been properly educated in the art of stubborn-ry. Stubborness? Stubbornology?
Her head swung suddenly, blonde hair flying, at Dayle's alternative suggestion. "Garage? Car garage? With tires?" Damn her short attention span. Rosemary perked up at the thought. It would be a lot of fun to play in a garage. Was it a big garage or a little one? Were there going to be cars? Would she be allowed to clean them? Touch them? Maybe chew on the tires a little? Tires were awfully fun to chew. So many things just fell apart after the first couple of bites. Chewing up trees had long lost their luster after she got a splinter in her tongue a couple years ago. She had never chewed on tires before but they happened to find one abandoned on the side of the road. It had been in some hick town where this was normal, cars just dumped like trash. Tires everywhere. Black and rubbery and smelling like gasoline and fire. A hard thing to pass up for such a curious mind. After her first tire, her jaw had been sore for days from all the chewing. Not to mention her breath smelled like rubber. Royce had been disgusted by her new habit. His loss. Tires were fun! Except there weren't a lot of spare tires in New Hope. Not a lot of trash. Working in a car garage though, that meant a lot of tires! Surely they wouldn't miss one?
She was brought back to the present when a big man with bright red hair came out from the back and up to the counter, a loud voice to match the large smile on his face. Goodness. He was tall. His hair might have been redder than Charlie's! What Rosemary noticed most about the man was how he smelled. Not like grease at all but wood and smoke. And meat. Definitely meat. Beef. Not human. And wasn't he just what she needed to win this argument?
With a smile big enough to almost match his own, Rosemary stood as straight as she could and beamed up at him. "I'm over 18, for sure." That's right. She was completely ignoring the look and tone that Caleb was throwing at her. Obedience would start as soon as she got the job. "You need help and I'm your girl, captain, sir!" Maybe she was over-zealous with a jaunty salute but hey, it couldn't hurt.