Better than I Thought.

Chapter 3

Nash's POV:

"Well, I have to go," Azlynn said, walking away.

"Wait, Azlynn, you almost forgot this," I said, handing her her wallet.

"Thank you, again, Nash." She said, walking away again.

I was lost for words.

I noticed a little business card on the ground.

Seattle Public Library
Address: 4th Ave Seattle, Washington
Number: 206-386-4636
Hours: 10 am - 6 pm

My phone started ringing again. I answered it without looking at the caller ID.

"Nash! Oh sweetie! You were starting to scare me!" My mom said.

"Sorry, I was just... I'll be soon," I said, "Goodbye, mom."

I started walking away from the scene, Azlynn never leaving my mind.

What was it about this girl that she was never leaving my thoughts?

Well, she was the first person that didn't notice me for my father's work or that I'm famous. She noticed me as an ordinary person. I kind of like that. Nash as a regular Nash, not Rich Nash or Popular Nash, just Nash.

I walked the rest of the way home, holding the business card in hand.

Step 1: Find Azlynn

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Azlynn's POV:

Oh my god.  Nash seems familiar, but I can't put my finger on it.

Oh well, I decided to leave it be and head home. 

I entered my apartment with the noise of my loud neighbors down the hall.

I entered my messy apartment and decided it would be a good night for more takeout.

After a while, I started flipped through random channels, not finding a lot of interesting thing on it. I groaned and looked at the clock.

8:37.

Nothing interesting really happened in my life. All I basically do is go to work and come home to my lonely apartment. The same thing every day, over and over.

After a while, I decided to hit the hay and get some sleep. "Nothing like another day of work tomorrow," I said to myself, as a brushed my teeth.

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I woke up around 8:30, deciding it was an appropriate time to wake up. I shower, got dressed up, and made myself some beautiful coffee to go. I was never one for buying the 'fancy' drinks, always sticking to my strong black brew.

It was around 9:30 when I left, seeing as the library was generally close to my apartment. Today, I thought it would be a good idea to keep my purse a little bit closer to me after the incident last night.

Last night. Nash. What was so familiar about him? Was he someone I've met before? I mean I would remember that face.

I broke out of my thoughts when I noticed a lot of people in front of the library. That's weird, was that book signing today?