Prom and Prejudice
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She looked exhausted. "James called in sick, so I'm doing double duty today."
"Yikes." I grabbed my apron. "Well, if it's quiet, you can probably go home early."
I started wiping down the counter and cleaning up the tables. There were only a few customers in the seating area, nobody I recognized. I practically had the orders of the Sunday afternoon regulars memorized so at least tonight would be a nice change of pace.
"Elizabeth?" I looked up to find Colin studying me.
"Oh, hey, Colin. What can I get for you?" I walked over to the counter and tried to look busy so I wouldn't be stuck in a conversation with him.
"I didn't think you worked on Sunday nights."
"I had to trade shifts."
"How nice of you. I figured there had to be a reason. You seem to be someone with a disciplined schedule, which I greatly admire. How was your weekend?"
"Good ... yours?"
He studied the blackboard menu for a few moments. "It was very pleasant. Thank you for asking."
"No problem. Can I get you something?"
Colin placed his order after what seemed like an hour's deliberation. As I steamed the milk for his latte, I couldn't help but feel he was studying my every move. I wasn't the kind of girl that thought every guy was checking her out, but Colin's gaze seemed to linger over me.
"Here you go," I said as I handed him his order, hoping there was enough finality in my tone to end the conversation.
"Wonderful. Thank you, Elizabeth."
I smiled and began to wipe down the espresso machine, even though it was already clean. Colin eventually got the hint and left.
"Tara," said one of the few remaining customers from a nearby table, "I don't know how you deal with those Pemberley guys."
"As I recall," Tara replied, "you were once a Pemberley guy, Wick."
I hadn't noticed this guy before, which was surprising since he was very cute with his short, dirty-blond hair and hazel eyes.
He laughed. "Well, I did get kicked out. You can't really count that against me."
Tara motioned toward me. "You better be careful what you say -- Lizzie here is a Longbourn girl."
He got up from his seat and approached the counter. "A Longbourn girl working at the Java Junction?"
"Make that Longbourn scholarship girl," I corrected.
He smiled warmly at me and extended his hand. "Longbourn scholarship girl, former Pemberley scholarship boy."
I shook his hand. "Pleased to meet you. Elizabeth Bennet, but you can call me by my commoner name: Lizzie."
"Ah, George Wickham, but my friends call me Wick. So, obviously, at Pemberley everybody called me George."
"A Pemberley scholarship boy? I thought such things were an urban legend."
He laughed. "True, true. We're a rare breed. More difficult to spot than Bigfoot or the Loch Ness Monster."
"Wick here is the rarest of rare," Tara said. "He's a townie who made it through Pemberley's gates."
"Wait a second." I looked at him suspiciously. "The esteemed Pemberley institution would let in ... a local? The scandal!"
"Yes, oddly enough, it didn't rain frogs. It was the strangest thing." He had an easy laugh about him, very different from any guy I'd met here. I instantly liked him.
"I know. All the girls in my dorm are convinced I'm single-handedly bringing the apocalypse to Longbourn."
"And by apocalypse, you mean noncouture outfits?"
"Wow. You really did go to Pemberley. Only a Pemberley boy would know what 'couture' means."
He nodded his head and blushed. "You caught me. You can kick the boy out of Pemberley ..."
"You really got kicked out?"
He grimaced. "Yeah, I guess there is only so much charity one school is able to give...."
"Or scholarship students that can be tolerated."
"I see you're a quick study." He winked at me. I noticed that he had cute dimples when he smiled.
I could feel my pulse quicken. I didn't even notice when the bell signaled the front door opening. Wick looked over to see who it was. Once he did, he suddenly tensed up, his entire demeanor changing.
I turned around to see Darcy staring at us with a look of utter contempt on his face.
Wick abruptly left the counter and returned to his seat. Darcy's eyes followed him the entire time, his jaw clenched tightly. Wick picked up his book and turned away so Darcy couldn't see his face.
"Can I get you something?" I asked coldly.
Darcy jerked back to life. For an instant he looked at me as if I had somehow betrayed him. He shook his head and his stoic facade returned to his face. "Um, yes." His eyes darted back to Wick again. "I guess I'll have a large decaf, please."
There was something about the former scholarship boy that had rattled Darcy. Which made me like Wick even more.
I handed Darcy his coffee and rang him up. Before he left, he hesitated for a moment. "How late are you working tonight?" he asked.
I shrugged. "Depends. Why?"
He began to play with the lid of his drink. "Is it really safe for you to be walking back to the dorm this late at night?"
"Do you mean besides the usual torture at the hands of my fellow student body?"
Darcy clenched his jaw.
"I'll be fine."
He nodded and walked out. He stared straight ahead as he passed by Wick. As soon as the door swung shut, Wick turned to me and said, "Well, that was awkward."