Chapter 2: Who Is That?

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Once I was ready for the day I ran down the stairs to the resturant. Dad was already there, bringing up a load of grinded meat from the basement. He smiled at Louise and said "There's my little girl!"

Louise wrinkled her nose at him, "I'm not so little anymore, Father."

Bob gave her a pouty face "ok, there's my big girl. But do you have to be too big to call me Daddy anymore?"

I stuck out my tongue in a childish manner "Yes, yes I am, FATHER."

I grabbed the ketchup and began filling them as I waited for our first costumer. I sighed "You know, Father, it's 7 in the morning. People don't want burgers at 7 in the morning."

Before he could answer me the bell I've the door rang. Someone had come in! I grabbed a menu and walked over saying "good morn..." I couldn't finish the sentence! When I looked up at him I saw that blond hair, those blue eyes, that sexy...

Reality hit me, I was staring at his body! I backed away "um...I'm sorry. The burger of the day is the Foot Feta-ish Burger. Sit anywhere." She ran to the kitchen taking deep breaths.

"Um...Louise?" Bob smirked.

"What FATHER?!" She still hadn't caught her breath.

"You forgot to leave the menu with that man. Or can you read minds now?"

"Just get him the burger of the day, he will live it!"

I peeked out of the order window, staring at this man. He looked so familiar...yet I don't think I've ever seen him.

Logan

I sat down at a booth, trying to keep a straight face. She has no idea who I am. I know who she is, but she's clueless.

This shouldn't surprise me. I have not seen Louise since I was 18 years old, she would have been 11. After I graduated I went to college, made quite a few mistakes, dropped out of college and just recently failed at life and moved back home.

When I moved back in with my mom she had told me she knew I was a failure once I started bullying Louise Belcher, or as she called her "that little weird girl".

After that conversation I couldn't stop thinking about Four Ears...I mean, Louise. I then went online, did some research, mostly I stalked her social media, and found out she was back home. I'll admit, I stalked her pictures as well, she definitely isn't a little girl anymore. She was beautiful.

Louise interrupted my train of thought as she sat a burger in front of me. I looked at it and them up at her "um...I didn't order?"

She laughed a cute laugh "I ordered for you. Trust me, you'll love it."

I nodded and she turned to leave, but stopped. Still facing away from me she asked "do I know you?"

"Excuse me?"

"I feel like I know you, but I can't place it..."

I smiled as I stood up quietly. I leaned into her ear and whispered "Four ears..."

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