Shit.
She caught where he was looking and interpreted his curiosity about her filing system as judgment and condemnation. Owen spread his hands in self-defense. “Of course. I wasn’t-” He exhaled nervously and let his hands slap down against his thighs. “Whatever works for you. I guess.” Not that he had any room to judge messiness in general.
He was a mess. In general.
He nodded in response to Odin’s training and then shrugged as if backtracking. “Well kind of.” He wanted to explain that the C.A.F.’s PTSD program had the veterans help train their own dogs as a part of their therapy. They had said it promoted a stronger bond between veteran and canine. But he didn’t want to admit to his diagnosis to this cheerful woman who probably already thought he was weird. “I helped,” was all he offered in explanation for Odin’s training.
She seemed about to describe the job but stopped and rushed away to call after someone else. “Of course. I’ll just …” he trailed off and leaned against the counter. Owen couldn’t help but stare after her and eavesdrop on the conversation that happened just outside the door. His eyes briefly met with the other man and Owen gave him a half-smile. More a pressing of the lips together. An acknowledgement that they’d made eye contact.
She returned apologizing to him after her playful argument about charts and Owen didn’t know what to say. “No worries. I’ve got nothing but time.”
Was he being friendly?
He felt himself loosening up somewhat. Hard not to with a chipper and slightly frazzled girl rushing around trying to manage her filing system and banter with her employee. She had a sort of infectious way about her that he wanted to keep experiencing. Like the warmth of the sun on a cold day.
Owen listened quietly to her describe the vague qualifications for the job. Not much different than the military. Especially the alive part. That was their most basic requirement and even then the C.A.F. sometimes acted as if they didn’t mind whether their soldiers lived or died. Losing himself in bitterness for the military had allowed a lapse in the conversation. The quiet pressed all around him and he felt the urge suddenly to fill it up or run away.
“I’m - um. Alive.” He blurted to start. “I don’t mind manual labor. I don’t have many other skills to be honest.” Owen cringed knowing he wasn’t a great salesman and asking for a job meant literally selling yourself.
“I don’t need to earn a lot. And I’d like to work somewhere I can bring Odin without disrupting business too much.”
Perhaps this would save his pathetic appeal for employment.
She caught where he was looking and interpreted his curiosity about her filing system as judgment and condemnation. Owen spread his hands in self-defense. “Of course. I wasn’t-” He exhaled nervously and let his hands slap down against his thighs. “Whatever works for you. I guess.” Not that he had any room to judge messiness in general.
He was a mess. In general.
He nodded in response to Odin’s training and then shrugged as if backtracking. “Well kind of.” He wanted to explain that the C.A.F.’s PTSD program had the veterans help train their own dogs as a part of their therapy. They had said it promoted a stronger bond between veteran and canine. But he didn’t want to admit to his diagnosis to this cheerful woman who probably already thought he was weird. “I helped,” was all he offered in explanation for Odin’s training.
She seemed about to describe the job but stopped and rushed away to call after someone else. “Of course. I’ll just …” he trailed off and leaned against the counter. Owen couldn’t help but stare after her and eavesdrop on the conversation that happened just outside the door. His eyes briefly met with the other man and Owen gave him a half-smile. More a pressing of the lips together. An acknowledgement that they’d made eye contact.
She returned apologizing to him after her playful argument about charts and Owen didn’t know what to say. “No worries. I’ve got nothing but time.”
Was he being friendly?
He felt himself loosening up somewhat. Hard not to with a chipper and slightly frazzled girl rushing around trying to manage her filing system and banter with her employee. She had a sort of infectious way about her that he wanted to keep experiencing. Like the warmth of the sun on a cold day.
Owen listened quietly to her describe the vague qualifications for the job. Not much different than the military. Especially the alive part. That was their most basic requirement and even then the C.A.F. sometimes acted as if they didn’t mind whether their soldiers lived or died. Losing himself in bitterness for the military had allowed a lapse in the conversation. The quiet pressed all around him and he felt the urge suddenly to fill it up or run away.
“I’m - um. Alive.” He blurted to start. “I don’t mind manual labor. I don’t have many other skills to be honest.” Owen cringed knowing he wasn’t a great salesman and asking for a job meant literally selling yourself.
“I don’t need to earn a lot. And I’d like to work somewhere I can bring Odin without disrupting business too much.”
Perhaps this would save his pathetic appeal for employment.
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