Hannah is not your average 20 year old. She has long brown hair with bright green eyes and is extremely short. Like 4' 11" short. She is a shopacholic Instigram famous and lives with her parents but her parents don't like who she has become and decide to send her to the Renaissance Faire while it is in town. She is forced to stay with her mom's friends son, Zayn, and work at his shop at the faire.


6. Chapter 6

I was dressed and waiting for Zayn to give me the 411 on what to do.

I walked over behind the counter to where he was and looked at what he was doing. He was texting someone. When he finished he looked over at me.

"You need your phone to be charged?" he asked setting his phone down.

I nodded and turned to go get my phone when he stopped me.

"I'll get it." he smiled.

Why did he smile at me? That's a first. Lets hope he doesn't get some stupid crush on me. I defiantly don't want that.

He came back down and plugged in my phone to the charger and looked back over at me, "You ready to learn this?"

"No, but I really don't have a voice in all this, do I?"

He rolle this eyes and took out a thick book. "You are new, obviously, and there is a lot to learn. First thing you need to learn is that I am an artist and all my art has a meaning. Only me and my mom know the real stories behind my artwork. In this book is what all my artwork I have that I sell. They are just copies but there is a copy of everything that I sell and on the back of them, what they mean-"

"I thought you said only you and your mom knew?"

"Yes, if you would let me finish explaining, you would understand."

I huffed, "Okay."

"Thank you. Now, as I was saying. On the back of all the copies are the meanings of what they mean and the meaning you are going to learn, is just a phony explanation. It is just another meaning for it. It is what Alex and Jack know and what you will know. If the customer asks what a painting is, you will simply tell them that you are new here and don't know what all of them mean but you can look in this book and check for them. Following along so far?"


"Good. Now, I don't require you talk in the old fashion style but if you would like, you can. I have pretty good sales and make about around $9,000 to $10,000 every weekend. Normally I make about $10,000 because this is a huge faire and we get thousands of people here every weekend just wanting to spend money. I pay my workers $10 and hour so you will make about $80 every Saturday and every Sunday. I think it is pretty fair. Agreed?"

"I guess."

"Basically your job is to stand back here and look nice. I might have you go out front and drag people into the shop for fun. You are a female so most guys will just flock towards the shop because you are here. When I don't need you to do that, you will be back here doing the register with me. Okay?"



By the time I was told and taught everything I need to know, it was  about 10 minutes till opening. I was already introduced to Alex and Jack and they were already ready to do their job.

When the cannon went off for the gates to open, I tensed up and Zayn seemed to notice.

"If you are nervous, don't be. I am the boss and I can take a break whenever I want to. If it gets too hectic for you around 1 or 2, we can take a walk around." he whispered in my ear.

"I'm fine." I huffed.

He chuckled and waited next to me for people to come in. Within minutes, people were swarming the faire grounds. 

Zayn's shop was more towards the back corner of the shop so it didn't get busy as quickly but when people started coming in it was like a swarm of lotus coming into the desert- don't ask how I know that reference. I just do.

I guess you could say I was doing pretty good, I guess. I kept a stupid fake smile on my face the whole day and did my best with interacting with people. The register was the easiest part though. All I had to do was take their money and give them change if they had any. Or if they had a card, I could swipe that because since they couldn't see the register, we were allowed to use the technology behind the counter.


The day passed by quickly and it was finally closing time.

Zayn went and closed the shop doors, locking them from the inside. He turned to me and the other two workers and pulled out a small wad of cash from his pocket and smiled, "Wanna get paid?"

The two guys walked swiftly over to Zayn and he handed them $80 each. When they had their money, they took it and left out of the back door of the shop.

Zayn smiled and walked up to me handing me my pay for the day. I looked down at the money and took it then just stood there awkwardly.

"Do you wanna go to dinner?" he asked.

I looked up at him, "Oh, I- umm, no I am fine I mean I have a protein bar in my purse probably-"

"Hannah, you re eating something other than a protein bar. If you are worried about going to dinner because of me- don't worry. It would be me and you with a whole big group. Don't worry, I have someone else to flirt with if you are worried about that too."

"Why would I care if you flirt with me or other people? I don't care. It's your life. Do as you please."

"Good, so lets go to dinner-"

"In this?"

"Yeah, it's dinner time and I am hungry. Trust me, you had tons of people see you today in that, I am pretty sure a few more people isn't going to kill you."

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