Eternity, a twenty-something, best-selling romance author from NYC, who is unlucky in love, is roped into one of the biggest social experiments of all time. This experiment will challenge her ability to find love when and where she least expects it...
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Chapter 1
As a beautiful hand-painted steam train comes into sight, I know I'm finally home. These morning runs are a daily routine but never seem to get any easier. I laugh when I hear marathon runners saying the longer you run in life, the easier it gets. I'd sure love to know what they've been smoking.
The train is on the rear side of Charlene's salon. I've lived on the 2nd floor of this building for nearly 10 years. -Even before Charlene opened her salon. Charlene inherited the building when her dad Albert died. He owned a barbershop there for 50 years.
I love it here. It is a beautiful corner building in a decent neighborhood, and everyone here knows everyone else. That's hard to find on the outskirts of New York City.
"Hey Eternity, Looking good today darling!"
"Thanks, Robby." I look over my shoulder observing his owl neck as he follows me with his eyes. Robby has been hitting on me since day one in this neighborhood. He's a sweet guy, but I just have no interest in him. He loves to see me in my workout clothes, so, like clockwork, I always pass him on my way back from my run no matter what time I take it.
As I walk past Charlene's huge picture windows I wave to my landlord. She is a sweet lady who tends to look out for me since my own mom died of cancer when I was just 21, leaving me completely alone with no family left.
As I pull the key out of the built-in pocket of my workout pants, I see Charlene make her way out of the door.
"Hey, I just wanted to let you know that I have a plumber coming in this afternoon to look at that leaky faucet, okay?"
'Oh great, thanks, Charlene!"
"Smiley day today?"
"Smiley day, Charlene thanks."
I unlock my door and walk into the stairwell as Charlene smiles her beautiful smile. She started the smiley day today question back when she moved in. I think it is her way of asking me how I am doing. My answer is always the same though. It's a smiley day. It always is, as I have a quiet and peaceful life.
