The Cooks Inspiration.

Chapter 4

It is another big day, not that big days were anything but ordinary days in Zipporah's world. Every single day she had something going on and only on Sundays was it ever only on thing. But today is the day for her next performance. Every performance that she was in made her realize that she was making it, she was actually living the dream she had so long ago as a little girl.

She got out of bed and took a quick shower so that her hair would be easier to manipulate later that night. After that she made a quick green smoothie with spinach and tomatoes, with toast on the side, one of her favorite quick breakfasts. Eating this was the only time she could really have a quick thought for herself.

*Ring Ring Riiiiiiiiiiiing*

Never mind.

Getting up and walking back to her room to get her phone, Zipporah found that she was actually glad someone called. "Hello, Zipporah speaking." She said into the phone once she answered it.

"Hey Zippy just Gregory here. Calling to ask when does our rehearsal start, I lost the calendar again. And I know that was the second one you printed off for me already, but you know how terrible I am at keeping important stuff in a safe spot." Greg rambled off.

"Wow. Greg." Zipporah tried to talk but he didn't stop talking.

"It is just so difficult and I got back late last night from that party and now I can not remember where I put it at all." He continued.

"GREG!" She yelled finally getting his attention. "It is all okay, I know this would happen. So I sent you the calendar in a text last night. But just be at the venue at 5 o'clock."

"Thanks Zippy. This is a lot of help." Greg said sounding like he was about to hang up the phone but then he added something. "By the was Thomas just texted me. He and his new room mate are coming to our performance tonight."

"Cool! I am excited to see Tommy again. See you tonight." Zipporah hung up the phone so she could get back to eating.

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On the way to the library Zipporah realized what Greg said. He's bringing his room mate. Zipporah thought. Well, there goes my going to bed early plans.

Last time Thomas brought a room mate to a performance, Thomas made her stay up until 11 just to make her talk to the guy more. It was understandable though, Thomas thought that she would be willing to party more if she met more guys. So he always made her meet people, but by the end of the night they were all just silly boys and she just wanted her sleep.

Zipporah parked her car in her usual spot and then grabbing her purse, walked inside the library. She walked strait up the stairs and right to her usual table in the open area by the window. Sitting down she saw someone in the corner of her eye. But she took no notice and went straight to work.

Getting up every once in a while, she would notice that the man was still sitting at the other table. No one ever stays here as long as I do. She started thinking. I wonder who he is.

But that was just the beginning. Soon she started noticing things about him. Like how he would whisper whale he read, or how he would get excited and start writing really fast.

Then one time she got up to get some water, walking past him she saw the two books on his desk. One was a big thick text book for law, which was a little impressive. But she noticed the book he was getting excited about was not a text book at all. This book was a cook book.

This intrigued Zipporah a lot. How could a law student be so enthusiastic about cook books? If he was really a fan of cooking then he would be a chef right? Or maybe he was forced by parents to take law? What ever the reason was that he was here, Zipporah found herself thinking about this guys life more then her own studies.

Finally at 4 o'clock it was time for her to leave. Yes she would stay at the library all day on Saturdays. Gathering her books and placing them perfectly organized into her bag she took one last glance at the mysterious man at the other desk. She saw that he to was getting ready to leave, moving his books into his backpack he looked her way.

Zipporah smiled and stood up to walk away, when the man did the same. She saw his smile didn't want it to leave. He had such a great smile. They walked to the stairs at the same time and walked down side by side. but at the bottom of the stairs he walked left, this saddened her because her car was parked to the right.

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5 O'clock and Zipporah was just now driving into the venue for her performance. Greg was already there, you could tell because there was a big red truck parked in the closest parking spot to the door. Zipporah walked to the door with a skip in her step, that started as she left the library earlier that day.

Now I know this looks and seems normal for most girls after they met a cute boy. But trust me, Zipporah met a cute boy everyday and this never happened to her. She was the type of girl that didn't care about men. She was just too focused on her vision that she forgot to do that on the way. This was the most unusual feeling in the world to her, and she didn't know if she liked it or not. She only knew that she usually had every thing just right, and this wasn't how today was suppose to go.

"Zippy you are way later then you usually are." Gregory said as Zipporah walked into the practice room. "Well look at you, why are you blushing?"

"What? I am not blushing. This is just my make up you dummy." Was Zipporah's quick response. "Can we just get to practicing? We have a performance in only two hours you know."

"Yeah I know." Greg wanted to say something more about her blushing but he knew it was better to just listen to what she said and do it.