chapter three

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Given the specific description of her house she gave, it was no hassle locating her apartment. getting there, he lifted her and helped her up to her door. she was half awake now but speaking gibberish. he searched her purse for her keys and found them. he opened the door to the apartment and took her in. helped her get out of her clothes and gave her some water to drink. he laid her down properly in bed and covered her up. he did not hesitate. he made his way out immediately and made sure the door was properly locked.

he drove home quietly without music, just the one playing in his head and he couldn't stop smiling at the thought of the beautiful woman he had just met. he only knows she is a lovely beautiful and confident woman who is a graphic designer and can make the whole room stop whatever they are doing when she moves her body. he also knows where she stays. he doesn't even have her cell. that was all he knew about this lady and it felt that they were connected in some way he has no explanation for. he is smiling so brightly because he knows he is going to see her again and that just makes him feel absolutely good.

Saturdays are not exactly rest days for Sam. he gets to move around a little here and there if he isn't working or reading. this Saturday looks like one of those where he gets to do some moving around. he will be spending time with Carla. he has no idea how that is going to go. he knows where she lives and he is just going to show up. the thought of her not remembering who he was crossed his mind but he immediately dismissed it. he felt so good about her and nothing would take that away from him.

he exercised for a while and then got in the shower. he got out feeling refreshed and the happiest he has been since his birthday. he made coffee and had two cups while walking around the house making plans on how to impress the beautiful young lady he was going to meet up with. he was humming some sound. he got dressed in a pair of perfectly fitting blue jeans, a plain white t-shirt, a pink baseball hat and white Nike sneakers. he got in his car and drove off. he stopped at a flower garden to pick up fresh flowers and next at a store to pick up a bottle of fine red wine. he thought

This should make a good impression. I hope she remembers me.

Sam drove up in front of Carla's building. with a smile on his face, he got out of the car and went into the building, straight to her apartment and knocks on the door, still with a smile brighter than the sun shining that morning. even though it had rained heavily early that morning, the sun was out shining so bright already. while he was waiting, he kept on humming the sound from earlier and that got some neighbours' attention. he smiled and said morning to whoever was looking in his direction.

It's Sam. you don't know me but I have a package for you. no, it's not from a delivery service and none of your friends sent me. not that I know any of them. could you just come out and see me please?. he says as he keeps knocking on the door.

finally, Carla answered him from behind closed doors err I will be with you in a minute. another minute passed and a beautiful young lady makes her way to the door in shorts and a plain tee. she did not look very surprised nor was she looking very pleased to see him. you are Sam? she says. she looks even more beautiful this morning, he thought. he could tell she just woke up as she looks very much still sleepy.

he waited for her to say something but she didn't. so, he went ahead to tell her how beautiful she looked. she gestured for him to come into the apartment and led him through the tiny place and they both went into the living room and took a sit on the couch. keeping some distance between themselves. he complimented the looks of the apartment like he had not already seen it. she doesn't know that. at least not yet. she asks him if they had met before because she could sense it.

just as he thought, she doesn't remember him. well, he is going to help her remember.

he began

Does that make any sense to you? he asks her with her mouth open in shock after telling her his part of the story.

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