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From: Brad Thomas
To: Hannah Summers
Subject: Congratulations, WINNER

Congratulations Hannah,

You have been chosen as a finalist for an all inclusive paid cruise. Pack your bags for a tropical paradise, you will be cruising to islands all around the Mediterranean to be ported at the fabulous Bahama islands. Please reply to this email so that we can get back to you with the stuff that you will need such as you cruise ticket and such.

"Ha sure I won" I scoff
"This is a joke, it's got be a scam nobody just gives stuff like this away" I say,rolling my eyes while I type a quick reply. I've really got to get going I'm going to be late for work, I scold myself. I close my Mac and place it at the end of my bed. I quickly make my way over to my closet and toss some shoes on. Grabbing my phone and car keys off my dresser I finally make my way down the stairs and out the door.

The car ride is short and I'm at the diner in no time. I park my car and step out the warm air kissing my skin. I pull open the door and am greeted by a few regulars.

"You're late" I hear Tina the manager say from beside me.

"I know, and I'm really sorry" I squeak hoping she'll drop it.

"Whatever, just don't let it happen again" she replies

"It won't I promise" I plead

"Oh there's a guy at the counter go get your apron on and help him why don't you" she says pointing to the gentlemen at the counter. I scurry to back and grasp my apron quickly tiring it as I walk. As I approach the counter where the guy is sitting I snatch a menu from the bin and place it in front of him.

"What can I get you today" I say smiling politely and pulling out my pen and order book.

"I'll just take a coffee please" he says back, I catch a hint of a British accent.

"Right away"

"So where you from?" He calls to me while I hand him his cup.

"Here in a America" I reply back "any sugar or cream?" I ask pointing at the coffee I just placed in front of him.

"Oh yes please, and that's cool" he says glancing up at me. It's at this time that I notice he looks quite strange. I mean it's summer and he's wearing a sweater and tight black ripped jeans. His hair is peaking out from a beanie on his head and he's wearing some big sunglasses.

" you hiding from someone" I question inching a little closer while handing him the sugar and cream.

"Why would you ask?" He says frantically glancing around the room.

"Well I mean it's summer and you're wearing a sweater" I chuckle

"Oh um kinda?" He say sheepishly. Just then a herd of screaming girls runs past the diner searching all around as they pass. I notice that he scrunches up and tries to hide his face.

"Blasted kids these days" I hear Katherine, one of the regular old ladies curses. I giggle

"Would it happen to have anything to do with those screaming girls" I smirk raising an eyebrow at him

"Maybe" he says smirking up at me and rubbing the back of his neck

"Well I can assure you, you'll be fine in here" I let out a slight chuckle

"If I tell you why I'm dressed like this you have to promise not to make a big deal out of it, OKAY" he says slowing his words and whispering.

"Okay" I say holding out my pinky, "I promise" he takes his hand from off his lap and wraps his long pinky finger around mine.