𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫 - 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 (𝐀 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧)

1980𝐬, 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭

I celebrate my 40 birthday with friends in a bagel shop. I sit down with them and we talk about my birthday, my future and kind of other things. In the meantime walks young man with brown short hair in the shop and look at me, he looks to me short and looks then on his way. He is really handsome and pretty. His eyes are shining like the sun  but I can imagine he is already taken. After a while he come to us and asks:

"So...what do you want?"

Meanwhile my friends are telling him their wishes, I watches him and ignore completely environment. Then he looks at me

"And what do you want?"

I look still to his eyes and tells him:

"Uhm...I want a bagel with honey...that's it.."

Then I look down and smiles short. He walks away and I look to him. With his one eye he looks to me and smiles short.
We are talking again and I must think everytime about him. I stand up

"Guys I go short to the toilet."

I smile and I go to the toilet. As I come back are already our bagel there and next to my plate is a paper. I take it and there is a number on it. I look around and I see the man who give is the paper. He look at me romantic and I smile short to him. I pack the letter away and eat my bagels.
Few hours later we leave the shop and he looks at me again and look to him too. I'll definitely call him and I want know more about him. A friend of me drive me to home and I walk to the phone. I call him with the number he gave me and makes the telephone on my ear. Suddenly comes a voice:

"Hello?"

It's him! This is the voice.

"Hello? Is here the bagel boy?"

I don't know why I call him bagel boy but first I hear a chuckle from him. I make a fist and lies it on my mouth. His laugh is so cute

"Bagel boy...like it...well my name is Robert...Robert Camiletti..and you are Cher I am right?"

He knows me. I think I knew it that he know me but I think that's not because of this.

"Yes...that's right...you can call me Cherilyn...that's my real name."

"Na I call you Cher...Cher fits you more."

He chuckles again

"What do you think about to do a date.. the day after tomorrow in my apartment at 2 p.m.?"

I have a good feeling about him and that's why I say:

"Oh yes...that's a good time...then see you there okay?"

"That's perfect"

He said

"Then I wish you a good night darling..."

I smile

"You too...bye.. "

He hangs up and I lean the phone against my chest. I look up to the ceiling and I never had a big love feeling for someone...