Charlotte (Book 1)

Part 7

Two Weeks Later

Stretching and yawning Charlotte delayed opening her eyes.

Until she remembers she had a job interview that today.

Dang.

Dang, it.

Darn.

Darn it.

How come you sleep the best when you have an early time to be up.

Like every time I have something planned the next day that I cannot cancel.

I always find myself in a peaceful sleep that is hard to come out of.

She dragged herself out of bed to begin getting herself ready for the day.

An hour later she left out of her building to head to the nearby Café.

She was not thinking of her new stalker with no name that seem to pop out of nowhere.

He was at the corner like he was waiting on her.

But that would mean that he knew where she lived which was impossible.

He said good morning as she passed but she continues to function as though no one was there.

"Are you still mad at me for eating the last donut?" he asked.

No Answer.

"Are you mad that I said to that little girl that you were my girlfriend?"

Once again.

No Answer

"Is it the splashing water all over your first new dress?" he asked.

No.

Answer.

He is confused as he continues to think about why I was not responding to him.

He looks cute as he tries to figure it out.

Not in a romantic type of way.

But a stray dog with nowhere to go type of way.

He did get a response when he said happily that the Café hired someone last night.

WHAT!

I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS

I COULD HAVE STAYED IN BED!

Mentally I was having a tough time believing it, but he has never lied to here so far.

He then went on to say he would have fought in my honor, but I said I was not his girlfriend.

He can really be annoying at times.

But his annoyance has grown on her a bit.

Charlotte thought it was nice to be seen and heard by another human being.

They have learned a bit about one another and their dreams.

Well, he knows about her while he keeps anything about himself under lock and key.

This is okay because when she gets time, she will look him up.

Reached the Café ten minutes before her scheduled interview.

She sees Mama Louis and waves at her from the doorway.

There was no greeting or acknowledgment and yet she did not take that as a warning sign.

Instead, she sat at one of the empty tables and order a glass of orange juice.

She watched and waited until was no one being served before walking up to Mama Louis.