Perfectly Imperfect

Chapter 2: Changed Thoughts

“Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.” -Marilyn Monroe

James' P.O.V

I checked the screen of my Calvin Klein watch. It was already 6:15 PM and my blind date still wasn't here. I guess she thought that being late for a date was pretty cool. Well I didn't. Olive Garden was pretty full today, which was odd since most people didn't come here anymore. My eyes were pinned to the front door, waiting for ANY girl to come through it and walk over to me.

Then SHE Did.

A girl that looked to be about 18 or so walked through the doors. She slowly looked around and her clear light brown eyes stopped on my green ones. She had dark brown hair. The girl was walking over to me. That was when I realized what she was wearing. A short white and black lace design dress hugged her curvy body perfectly.

Morgan had hooked me up with a hot one this time.

I just hoped that she would be my type. Wait. What am I thinking?! I said that I would never date and her I was hoping that a girl was my type? This girl would be just like the others. No exceptions. She had finally gotten to the table which looked almost impossible since she was in gold platform stilettos.

"Hey. You must be my blind date. Morgan told me that you would be at a table in the back." She said. I could smell her perfume and she smelled like cream & roses. Plus her voice was very clear and it sounded like warm honey.

"Yup. That's me. I'm James. James Calloway." I stood up to shake her hand. This girl's hand was the warmest and softest hand I'd ever touched. But she couldn't have been more than 18. I was 21 and so there was no use in even having this date. It didn't matter though. What was wrong with having a little fun for one little night? Wrong. What's going on with me?! I thought only teenagers got controlled by their hormones but my very own hormones were controlling me right now.

"My name's Eliza. Eliza Harper." It was such a beautiful and unique name for such a beautiful and seemingly unique girl. I knew that a girl like her was limited edition in my life. Eliza looked like she was getting weary. I realized that I was supposed to pull her chair out. So I did, like the "gentleman" that I was. She sat and picked up one of the menu's from the table.

"So. You look like you're at least 20. What do you do for a living?" She looked genuinely interested. I had picked up a menu and I was now peering over the top of it.

"Oh. I work as a chef at a restaurant. It's a modest job but I love it." It wasn't really my real job but I did love being a chef.

She Couldn't Know About My REAL Job.

"That's cool. Sounds cool."

"Aren't you that guy's daughter? What's his name? Um... Chase Harper?" I asked. While I was staring at her beautiful face, I realized who she was. I wasn't surprised that she was famous. Like I said, Morgan had connections.

"Um.... yeah. That's him." She said.

After that there was awkward silence.

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"What would you two like?" A pretty waitress came over. I was thankful for her even though she was a complete stranger. She helped to break the silence.

"Well I know what I would like. A steak with a Cesar salad on the side. Oh and some orange juice." My date told the waitress. I wondered why she wanted orange juice with steak and a salad. It didn't sound like such a good combination in my opinion. But who was I to judge her?

"And I'll have a BLT with some french fries. Oh and a coke please." I said.

"Okay, coming right up." The waitress said as she wrote down the last thing on a notepad.

When she left, Eliza said; "A BLT at night? And french fries? I'm starting to think that you're a fat ass James." Her rosy lips curled up into a seductive smile.

"No I'm not. I just felt like a BLT and french fries. Sorry if I came off as a fat person." I smiled apologetically.

"It's okay. You don't have to apologize. I find fat people cute anyway." She said while winking. So she decided that flirting was going to work on me?

Well Her Flirting Was Working.