Will/Jeremy wasn't really getting any closer to the Zoe situation. Yet, she seemed to be her own worst enemy lately, taking to the likes of Mr. Barnes.
It was disgusting to find out the situation. And by the look on Sarah's face he knew how she felt about the matter, even if she wouldn't talk about how her father was romancing her college mate.
Instead, she was down right upset that he was letting the old woman who handled the booksale to suddenly complain so much about the whole process.
"She's been ill," he said. "Really, there isn't much I can do about it. Its not like you get paid to volunteer, you know. I can't very well sack her."
He could tell there was obviously something else upsetting Sarah, but he didn't dare ask. He thanked her instead with a drink at the Black Cat Pub where he knew Zoe wouldn't be hanging out, nor the old Mrs. Gibbon's who was in charge of the booksale.
"Tell, her to take a holiday," Sarah said taking her white wine in hand. "I'll do it. I can't stand anymore complaints from that old cow."
"You really don't have too," he said out of all sincerity. "You really don't owe me."
"You have the most underpaid job in Hollyoaks, practically."
"I suppose." But really it did pay more than some and there were worst jobs. "But I love what I do."
"And we wouldn't want anyone else but you as our village Liberian." She reached out and put her hand on top of his. "You need some exciting books, you know, something to grab the kiddies imaginations. Anime, perhaps. A mind is a terrible thing to wast, you know?"
"Absolutely." He gave her a quick smile, but stared at her hand on his. "Don't you have a boyfriend?" He did have Carmel. Sort of. But she'd been off with Calvin, lately, solving crimes, maybe. And he wasn't sure if he could trust Carmel. What if she found him out? Would she send him to jail or back to the nuthouse?
It wasn't exactly a proper relationship he had with Carmel, by any means. He wasn't sure if he could ever be proper, again, anyway. All because of Zoe.
"Oh," she removed her hand. "Elliot. Well, yeah. I guess so." She wrinkled her brow, slightly.
"You don't sound so sure." He stared into her big brown eyes then.
"He's brilliant and all, but I can have mates, you know." She shrugged.
"Mates." That wasn't exactly the signal he was getting from her lips or her body language as she leaned in. "Of course."
"And don't you worry about the library booksale. I will find decent volunteers. And it'll the best sale you've ever seen." She squeezed his hand once again.
"We haven't actually had one yet." He had to remind her.
"Well then, It'll be absolutely amazing, won't it?" She gave him a kiss on the cheek then and went to buy them more drinks. He hadn't even finished his lager yet.