I decided I would go out for some coffee then maybe the mall. I was not going how I looked now. I was a mess. So I hopped into the shower. Ten minutes later I was out and blow drying my hair.
I realized I still had this towel wrapped around my cold body. So I went to my room to change. I put on dark jeans, a purple t-shirt and a dark blue lulu lemon sweater.
I returned to the bathroom to straighten my light blonde hair and do my makeup. I put brown boots on and left my apartment. Locking it and heading to my car. I drove down town to that little restaurant beside my work. I had just moved here so it was really the only place I knew. Plus I wanted to see why Bentley rushed of today and maybe make a new friend.
I drove to the little restaurant. Parked my car and opened the door of 'Bentleys'.
Ding-a-ling
A bell chimed as I opened the door.
The interior was nice at the back I could tell was the kitchen. It was a petite little cafe I guess. I'd say about 20-30 tables. At the most but it was nice. Their was a sign that read 'come up and order , take a seat ,and we'll bring you good eats'. It was quite cute.
"How can I help you" the man at the counter says.
"I'll get a mocha latte with a ham sandwich please" I ordered.
"Take a seat, coming right up." He stated.
I sat. I was quite disappointed by the non-existence menu for deserts. My food came quite quickly by the same man who's name tag read 'John'.
"Thank you". I stated and payed the man.
I ate quickly and quietly for their were many conversations going on around me and I didn't want to disturb any. I checked my silver watch. '12:00'. That explains all the people in suits it was everyone's lunch break. Within 5 minutes the place was empty and I decided to leave. I was just about to go when I see Bentley out of the corner of my eye.
I look over he was holding a sheet of paper that read this : call me -Bentley 519-294-7982. I quickly typed it in my phone waved goodbye and left.
I walked back to my car and got in. For the 15 minute drive I thought about what I should do. Call him or just go visit him again. I walked into the mall and decided to think about it later.

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