My Pizza Guy. (editing)

25 ~ Sunday Surprise.

Heyyyyy! See? I'm baaaaccckkk!!! xD

Anyhaze, enjoy! :D

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Formal, formal, formal.....

I couldn't help but occupy my mind with just that word for the whole time I was awake. Which was the whole night.

Not that it bugged me to dolly up for the occasion. Nope.

But something did  bug me.

So when he leaves you, you aren't broke.

Don't look at me like that.

It's natural, okay? I mean, who was  she? Why did she say that to me?

I don't hate love, love hates me.

Oh.

I sat up.

 A... broken heart?  I questioned myself.

You betcha! Said my conscience. Aww. Poor thing.  My heart sympathized. She might've been through things but that doesn't give her liberty to say things as demoralizing as that to you, Pey. Brain reasoned.

I rubbed my eyes and mentally shrugged. True that. I thought the words. I shouldn't give that interaction a second thought. Hell I didn't even know her name. Since when did I start paying heed to the voices of nameless entities? 

Since never. Conscience reassured me.

Oh well. I turned to the tikity toking thing on the wall. Yep. The wall clock.

4.00AM.

I was awake still.

Exquisite.

Almost instinctively I lay back down and pulled the covers over my face. Soon as I closed my eyes, I saw her face. I'll admit. I wanted to pity her but it wasn't possible. She was self-assured and bold even though her words said otherwise. Her words posed her stature to be somewhat low, or perhaps brought down to a lower level. Like she'd lost the game. Like she'd lost the game for the first and the only time. Like she was crushed so bad she didn't want to get up. Like she didn't know whether what she had gone through was demeaning to her or just a blow to the face. Like she thought ignorance and arrogance would help her handle herself. Like closing her eyes would shield her from.... it.

My curiosity was aroused. I wanted to know.

Why could I not stop thinking about her? Why was this one girl affecting me so deeply?

Christ, I just didn't know.

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All day I roamed about the Mall, trying to find something formal  to wear.

Most of y'all think that's what I wear almost always. So, here's the deal, peeps. I didn't state all of the hundreds of dates Nick and I've had. Only the special ones. And lately, both of us had kept our dates to quite a casual level. T-shirts and denims, wedges and sneakers. Not dresses and suits, heels and moccasins.

Now, we were to deal with the latter.

At last, I found a silk bodycon dress. It was navy-blue in color, strapless and hugged my body till my lower thighs, just above the knees. I wore net stockings and matching stilettos with it. My hair had been straightened, put neatly to my right side at front. My hair was parted from the left, making a strand or two pass over my right eye that I would flick back with an intentionally nimble finger every two minutes.