Rain, Love, and a Little Mischief

Chapter 2

Dean's POV

 "Would you goddamn focus on the car, Dean?" I looked at my little brother, Sam, confused. I then looked at the car, bonnet up, and saw the mess I had created. I realized I was so deep in thought, I had let my hands stray away from the task at hand. And why was I so deep in thought, you ask? That girl. Nameless, yet crowding my thoughts like water drops in a cloud. Keeping in consideration that clouds are nothing but water droplets. I had seen her briefly in the dark, but her brown skin, her straight black hair, her petite figure, her eyes, just.... everything about her. She was beautiful. I just hoped I would see her again. "DEAN U F*CKTARD, YOU'RE DOING IT AGAIN!!!!" I saw Sam's red face and realized I had let my thoughts stray yet again. I sighed, and continued working on the car, this time being careful not to think of anything except the car, but it was hard to keep her image out of my head.... just way too hard.***I collected my papers off the desk and headed home... I ensured that I had the Mason's Fiat file, because that was what I needed to work on most importantly. I left the reception with a nod and a goodbye to Serena, and headed out of the garage instead of the main gate to make sure all lights were off. As I saw they were, I was ready for the short walk home. I walked, and I walked, past the Nando's, last the Starbucks, when I bumped into this petite looking girl. She was about to fall, and I caught her just in time, by her shoulders. I pushed a little and steadied her, and that's when I saw her. Her, the girl that had been stuck in my head all day. Her, Nameless, brown skin, straight black hair. Her. I looked into her eyes, as she looked into mine. She bent over on her knees (A/N them readers with dirty minds be smirking right now just as I am) and picked up papers. I helped, and picked up the files. I handed her's to her, and took mine from her. With that, I smiled, said a sweet (or so I thought) thank you, and walked off. I turned slightly, to see her again, and caught her looking at me. Our eyes met and I quickly turned, trying the avoid any further awkward eye contact, and walked straight home without looking left or right. 

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 Komal's POV 

 Woah. I saw him again... and dayum did he look hotter than yesterday. I suppose it was just the sunlight highlighting his features. And by features I mean guns. And by guns I am not referring to any sort of weaponry. You get me right guys? ;) I quickly found my key (which I had happily not left at the office today... I almost forgot where I put the spare key last time...sad) and unlocked the door. # sighed, realized I had an article to work on before I could continue with my "chill time"... I felt like procrastinating, but that would be a foolish act at this point in time, especially considering the next issue of my magazine, Being Human. I set the files I was holding down on the table along with my computer, and sat down in the chair to start working. I opened the blue file first, to sort the images. Instead of seeing a tuna salad, as I was expecting, I saw a blue fiat. I flipped the image, only to reveal a piece of paper with somebody's details. 'John Mason' it said. My eyes wandered to the top, where the words 'Winchester's Mechanics Customer Information' was printed at the top, with the Winchester's Mechanics Logo. Wait so that must mean..... Dean had my food snaps. 

 Dean's POV 

A tuna salad. A fucking Tuna salad. not a ford. But a fucking tuna salad. Great. How the hell was I even supposed to contact her? there were documents in the file, but all had the companies number. Not her's. While I pondered over this in frustration, my phone beeped. Unlocking the screen, I found an image sent to me by an unsaved number. the caption on the image said "Looking for something? U may have my tuna salad haha. ~ Komal" I looked at the image, and it was none other than the Mason's file. Surprisingly, instead of focusing on getting the file back, all I could think of was the fact that I finally knew her name.

 Komal's POV 

 I was so glad there was a mobile number on the file. All there was to do now was to wait. After what felt like forever I finally got a reply. "Wanna meet sometime today? We can swap files and maybe coffee ;)?" A winky face. Was he legit flirting with me? 

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A/N FORGIVE ME!!! I'M SUPER SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE!!! It's just tha I have had a lot to focus on in these past days, and every time I thought of this book I thought 'Hey! I've posted the second chapter already' When in actual reality I had forgotten that I hadn't! I'm so sorry readers! Especially Komal! Sorry Babe!

Love you all, and thank you for reading my bullsh*t :)

xxoo Simi Tommo