Separated Lovers

CHAPTER EIGHT

(Cameron's POV)

At Starbucks, I told Rachel what I wanted to drink and then I took a seat. She went to the counter and ordered. After about 15 minutes, she came back with our drinks. I thanked her and she started a conversation...

     So, Cameron. Tell me, how long have you been in New York?
     About two months.
     Why?
     Why what?
     Why are you here?
     Well, Dad had a long-term project here and he couldn't leave us behind, could he?
     Well, of course not.

We then started to talk the afternoon away. I felt so connected to her. I felt that we were old friends that never fought ever.

Even though talking about the past was a bit awkward, they were still funny.

Eventually, she asked me about my job.

    Cameron, what is your job?
    Well, I work at Dazma Center.
    Well duhhh. I just went there. I mean, what is your position?
    Oh! I am the Vice President's secretary.
    Nice!!!
    How about you? You working already or are you still studying?
    Cameron, seriously? You have been living in New York for two months and you haven't heard about me?
    Why? You famous or something?
     Yeah! I am a .....

Rachel couldn't finish her sentence because a young teenage girl came running up to her saying....

     OMG! Are you Rachel Levin? OMG, I love your books. I am actually reading An Autumn Fall right now. Can you please sign it for me?

     Oh sure!

Rachel signed the girl's book and the girl ran off very happily.

     You're an author?
     Yep. Ever since three years ago..
     Three years ago? But that's when you left.
     Yeah, I won a contest and it published it into a book.
     Oh! Never knew.
     Have you seriously never passed by any bookstore? You pass by any bookstore and you should see my books.
     I am sorry. I have been so busy these few months. I will swing by a bookstore and read it though.
    You are such a bad friend.
    That should not be the first time you said that to me.

And she just laughed.

But, I was thinking. Maybe I should confess already. I kept thinking about it and I finally decided to do it.

     Rachel, I need to tell you something.
    What?
     Rachel, I......

I could not finish my sentence. A man about my age just came in and shouted....

     Rachel, I have been looking for you!
     Oh! Harold dear!
  

She called him "dear". He must be her boyfriend. But then again, he might just be a close friend. She sometimes adds "dear" to my name too.

But then, something happened which confirmed my thoughts....

     SHE KISSED HIM!!!

She wouldn't kiss anyone, not even the closest of friends. Which would mean... that that man named Harold was her boyfriend.

I was stupid, so stupid in believing that such a sweet, smart, and beautiful girl such as Rachel didn't have a boyfriend.

After a few more minutes of talking, she came back to our table...

     Cameron, sorry. I have to go.
     Don't worry. It's okay. It must be important.

She then took out a piece of paper and started writing something on it. After writing, she gave it to me. After inspection, I found out ut was a phone number.

     We should keep in touch. After so many years of not seeing each other.
     Yeah, here.

I wrote down my number and gave it to her.

     Thanks. Oh right. What were you gonna tell me?
     Oh, it's nothing.
     Well, if you say so...

She then ran off with Harold.

I couldn't confess. She had a boyfriend. That would have been awkward. I felt discouraged. I stood up and started my walk home.

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Ohhhhhh! She kissed him. So, who is this Harold?

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