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    Fortunately, there had never been any complaints from the customers regarding Norman’s flirtatious antics. Actually, some women made it a point to return to the theatre because of Norman. They hoped he would be the one to wait on them and perhaps shower them with a compliment or two that might lift their moods and make their day. Sometimes women needed that type of thing to boost their self-esteem, and a few were even willing to pay $7.50 just to get it.
    â€œI’ve been ready to get out of here,” Paige replied to Norman. No one had to tell Paige twice to get to gettin’ as she keyed her code into the cash register that logged her out. She moved aside so that her subordinate could key in his.
    â€œWhy are you so ready to get out of here? Got a hot date tonight or something?” Norman teased, bumping Paige’s shoulder as he winked.
    Paige hated when Norman did that; assumed that just because she was single, she couldn’t enjoy the alone time that the single life enabled her. For some reason he thought she had to always be up under some man, and his frequent comments confirmed such. He would often say things to Paige like, “Have a good evening, and don’t do anything I haven’t done already. Wink-wink.” And then there was the most offensive one of them all: “So what did you get into last night, or should I ask who did you let get into you? Wink-wink. ”
    When Paige first started working for the theatre, she had enjoyed chatting it up with Norman over their lunch period and breaks. And his little comments like that had never seemed to bother her back then. She’d simply wink back or smile. With her being single as well as he, they would often laugh until their bellies hurt, sharing their date from the pits of hell stories. Ironically, Norman nor Paige ever even thought twice about dating each other. The two had nothing in common besides being single, and it was painfully obvious that they weren’t attracted to each other the least bit.
    Norman was a tall, skinny, slinky white guy; not that Paige hadn’t dated a few Caucasian men before. But she’d always preferred a man who had plenty of meat on his bones, considering she was a thick girl herself; size sixteen. Norman, too, had dated outside of his race. But they had been blind dates or someone he’d met over the Internet without the benefit of seeing a picture of them first.
    That’s something Paige didn’t do; blind dates or Internet dates. Not even when Tamarra tried to set her up on a blind date with some man she’d met at one of her catering events. Tamarra had sworn to Paige that her spirit was telling her this man was the one for Paige. She based it on everything Paige had shared with her regarding what she didn’t want in a man. As much as Paige trusted Tamarra and valued her opinion, a blind date she would not do, especially after Tamarra had only spent a couple of hours at best with the stranger.
    But Norman drew the line nowhere. He did the blind date and Internet dating thing on the regular. So Paige didn’t know if he otherwise would have willingly dated a minority woman or not. Either way, there was no chemistry or even the slightest interest between them.
    â€œWho’s the lucky fella that’s got you so anxious to get out of here tonight?” Norman pressed. “Or should I say who is the soon to be lucky fella?” He nudged her with his elbow a couple of times, and then winked.
    Paige shot Norman a forced smile, but what she really wanted to do was roll her eyes, exit the booth, and ignore him completely. Maybe then he’d get the hint that the old days were long gone. Not because she was now his superior, but because now she was saved. Her walk had changed, so her talk had changed.
    In times like these, she regretted discussing her multiple dates and encounters with Norman. And although she never told Norman that she had slept with