OMFG!!1!
Eddie: Hey, Bella, how’re you doing?
Me: *furiously typing and doesn’t answer*
Eddie: *poke poke poke*
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What Really Happened
She is here again. Her messy, curly mass of hair is hard to miss, as is the fiery attitude that comes with it. He makes a show of cleaning tables just to get a little bit closer.
Casually as he can, he meanders over to her, taking great care to swipe every piece of crumb cake off the table next to her. Damn, some mess this person made.
“Hey, Bella,” he ventures, “how’re you doing?”
She is engrossed in her work. Everything is in order. The pile of papers to her left, the ball point pens in a ready-to-go row.
It clicks in his head that her name probably isn’t Bella. The café is nearly empty, so he takes the liberty of pulling up a chair across from her. The only thing that may reveal anything about her is a little white label sticker on the corner of her laptop: C. Thomas.
“Hi,” he says again.
She jumps, “Good God, what are you doing?!”
“Saying hello,” he smiles, “I’m new, so I’m making friends with the regulars. Here three days in a row? I take it you’re a regular.”
“You got me,” she says, albeit tersely.
“Chase Stanton, at your service, Miss Thomas,” he holds out his hand.
She scrutinizes him instantly, “How the hell do you know my name?”
He points to her laptop. “Right, gotcha,” she sighs.
“And your name?” he asks.
“Nina,” she says.
“But the label has a ‘C.’”
“Labels lie. I gotta get back to work and so do you. Nice meeting you, Chase.”
“What are you working on?” he presses.
“Nothing important to you,” and with that, she shuts herself off from him. He isn’t stupid; back to cleaning dishes he goes.
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The audacity of a man! Really, interrupting me while I’m working. I hate n00bs.
PS - I decided to be friendly and found out that his real name is Chase.
Me: *furiously typing and doesn’t answer*
Eddie: *poke poke poke*
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What Really Happened
She is here again. Her messy, curly mass of hair is hard to miss, as is the fiery attitude that comes with it. He makes a show of cleaning tables just to get a little bit closer.
Casually as he can, he meanders over to her, taking great care to swipe every piece of crumb cake off the table next to her. Damn, some mess this person made.
“Hey, Bella,” he ventures, “how’re you doing?”
She is engrossed in her work. Everything is in order. The pile of papers to her left, the ball point pens in a ready-to-go row.
It clicks in his head that her name probably isn’t Bella. The café is nearly empty, so he takes the liberty of pulling up a chair across from her. The only thing that may reveal anything about her is a little white label sticker on the corner of her laptop: C. Thomas.
“Hi,” he says again.
She jumps, “Good God, what are you doing?!”
“Saying hello,” he smiles, “I’m new, so I’m making friends with the regulars. Here three days in a row? I take it you’re a regular.”
“You got me,” she says, albeit tersely.
“Chase Stanton, at your service, Miss Thomas,” he holds out his hand.
She scrutinizes him instantly, “How the hell do you know my name?”
He points to her laptop. “Right, gotcha,” she sighs.
“And your name?” he asks.
“Nina,” she says.
“But the label has a ‘C.’”
“Labels lie. I gotta get back to work and so do you. Nice meeting you, Chase.”
“What are you working on?” he presses.
“Nothing important to you,” and with that, she shuts herself off from him. He isn’t stupid; back to cleaning dishes he goes.
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The audacity of a man! Really, interrupting me while I’m working. I hate n00bs.
PS - I decided to be friendly and found out that his real name is Chase.