The time was approaching evening and outside the window it was still bright as day. Theodore sat on the couch in the living room and searched diligently for something on his laptop. Suddenly, a message arrives from *Jessie*:
*Hello Theodore)
Can we meet in 15 minutes?
Jessica Stars.*
The guy didn't know why, but his heart started beating a little faster. He didn't expect Jessica to write to him.
*Hey Jess))
I was just about to go out for a walk, so we can meet.
Meet me at the "Dark Secret" Cafe then?*
*Okay*
Theo put down his phone and started getting ready. He wore gray ripped jeans, a black sweatshirt and white sneakers. He ran his fingers through his black hair and left the apartment.
He got down and ran towards the garage. Sitting on a black motorcycle and wearing a helmet, he raced through the streets of Manhattan. On the way, Theo stopped by a flower shop. After 5 minutes, he was already near the cafe and was waiting for Jessica.
- Hello Theo, I hope I didn't have to wait long?- the girl asked, approaching the guy.
- Not. I just arrived. - Theodore said and held out a bouquet of peony, - This is for you.
He began to examine her. Light, beautiful dress, blue tint, below the knee, black sneakers on a huge sole and light makeup.
- Jess, you look great.
- Thanks. Where shall we go?
- Shall we ride the streets of Manhattan on a motorcycle? Well, let's go to the park. Your choice?
- Let's go to the cafe first for ice cream and drinks. I just got hungry...
— Good.
They entered a café and Jessica led Theodore to the cash register where Peter was standing.
— Peter, can I have a mint chocolate chip ice cream and a glass of caramel latte?— Jess said.
— The same thing for me. - said the guy and was about to take a card for payment, but Jes was ahead of him and whispered:
—At my expense. Peter, please take the money off my paycheck for this order.
And then Peter starts:
— Jess, if you haven't forgotten, then the staff of this cafe does not need to be paid. Did Mr. Dark's explain everything to you at the meeting?
— I completely forgot... Does Theo have to pay?
— Hello Mr Whein, I'm sorry I didn't see you...
He, as a regular customer, a Manhattan major basketball player and your... friend, doesn't have to pay.— Peter turned to Jessica.
- Mr. Brooks, I asked you not to talk about the national team ...
- Good. But remember, now you both do not need to pay in this cafe!
And yes, here is your order. - Peter said and gave the package to Theodore. — Goodbye, Mr. Whein! Bye Jess, see you tomorrow morning.
— God... I've only been working here for a week and Peter is starting to piss me off. — Jessica muttered and started eating ice cream.
— I don't know, I think Peter is a nice and funny person. By the way, Jess... I think the bouquet should be left somewhere.
The girl looked at the bouquet and nodded.
I'll take him home. Will you wait here or come with me?" Stars asked.
— Already inviting guests? - Theo grinned.
— Theo! Of course, I understand that you are a star here and so on, but you know, I can change my mind.
- Okay... I'm with you, I don't want to be left alone. For one thing I know where you live. - Whein calmed down and they ran across the road. There were huge apartment buildings. Jessica took Theo by the hand and led to the 10th floor. The door opened and they both entered the apartment. The hallway was in shades of grey.
- Come on, don't be shy. I'll quickly, just put the flowers in a vase and let's go, if you want, you can look at everything here. - said the girl.
Theodore walked in and Jessica went to the bathroom. After 2 minutes, she comes out with a vase in her hands.
— Theodore Whein, where are you and my flowers?
— I'm here.— The voice came from the living room.
The girl walked into the black and white living room. As she walked in, she saw a guy. He was sitting on a leather sofa.
- You're comfortable here. Put flowers and let's go, otherwise the latte will get cold.
- let's go
As soon as they left the apartment, Theo took Jess by the arm and pulled her down.
At the bottom near the cafe was Theodore's black motorcycle. When they finished their latte, the guy put the helmet on Jes's head and put him on the motorcycle.
Well, let's go? - the guy asked and pressed the gas.
The motorcycle jerked and raced through the streets of Manhattan. Jessica was delighted, she really liked to ride motorcycles. A lot of questions swirled in my head: "he's a celebrity ... why did he look specifically at me, the waitress? ..." But they quickly evaporated when they drove up to the seashore.
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Wheinstar (ENG)
Romance"What is love? Love is an illusion. She's not..." At least so thought the young Theodore Whein, but one day changed all his thoughts. He met her, a girl whom he managed to fall in love with in a matter of seconds.
