In Paris

♡Cahpter Four: The Day We Met♡

DAY THREE

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Good morning, as usual to the world and everything above and beyond it. Or might as well, on it. I have just woken up from a good dream! ((A good and bad dream, to be exact.)) The dream was about um... I kind of forgot most of its parts and events, dialouges, scenes, answered whatever else related, except for the Blonde-hair Green-eyed boy being in it once again... I've heard from someone that if you dream of a person most frequently, then it means you're in love with that person. It may or may not be true, but... I kind of feel like I am... I can't really find so much ways to interpret or explain how I feel, but to be blunt, my heart thumps quickly whenever I give myself the slightest thought of him... even thinking of a guy with peach skin gets my heart thumping quick... then what more when the time comes (Maybe not) that I see him? I can only imagine myself screaming internally, freaking out, jumping,  or running away. Either way, it's always the same. But at this present time, I can't tell for sure what my reaction will be, nor would I even know of his on-earth existence. Geez... it's hard being confused of whether the guy you like or love is imaginary or real... same goes with thinking and hoping so much that he becomes real life. I already feel broke. But I'm not going to let that bother me! Never! Broken hearts are for suckers! I'm never going... to... let it bother me... somehow , I feel tears gliding down from my eyes. So this is how I... it feels to be broke of an imaginary guy... or  boy... I don't want to fill all the pages of my diary with heartbroken phrases! That's vulgar! And as usual, after writing a semi-formal diary entry, I go take a fresh bath. Goodie-Bye for now. A sayonara-style love story. ((Oops, did I forget to mention that I am an Otaku? Hehe... so sorry...))

Okay, Hailey is back, and fresh out of the oven too! As usual, after baths, I feel fresher and cooler. ((Cooler as in colder)). Gee, I'm glad I washed off my tears, and it makes surprised it took only seconds for me took smile like an idiot again! Well, I feel like there's kind of someone, maybe... someone who might be a little similar to the Blonde-hair Green-eyed boy from my dreams here in real life... well, I kind of don't know who it may be just another gut feeling of mine... but it's strong. Stronger than before... maybe... just maybe... this once a person in my dream becomes or is real... maybe not, so I better not get my hopes up too much. I'll go down to the restaurant and see what's going on downstairs...

Why is the restaurant open so early in the morning? I checked my phone and it's still 7:09 AM... And the restaurant wouldn't open until 8:00 AM... Mr. Bareste and Arden are here and they seem to be talking to mom... maybe about a constrictive or important matter. I'll go pass by. I'll write down what happened after I sit outside.

Here's what happened:
"Good morning, mom." I  greeted mom casually.
"Good morning, sweetheart." Mom replied.
"Why do you seem so down-in-the-dumps this morning? What happened?" Mom asked.
"Nothing." I answered, then groaned.
"Well, it seems like nothing isn't quite true, Hailey.  Would you mind telling me what's wrong?" Mom asked.
"You wouldn't understand." I answered.
Before I touched the door, mom called me.
"Hailey, why don't you come sit with us?" Mom offered.
"No thanks, mom... I would like to be alone for now." I answered.
I pushed the door and walked out. And now I'm here, in a one-person table outside.

Oh, what to do, what to do... what should I'm do to feel lively again? Okay... I'll try smiling like a lunatic like I do most of the time when I'm feeling all downey-wowney. I might look like a crazy junk-o but It's worth trying. Okay, right now, I'm smiling as big as I possibly can and it isn't really doing much but making me feel stupid... and crazy... I'm out of ideas now. And I still don't know what to do... I'll think happy thoughts and get my mind out of the gutter and focus on real life... I look to my right ((where the restaurant window is//glass wall)) and see mom and Mr. Bareste nodding yes at the same time. I think they worked out a deal or something... I don't really know.  I'm not some kind of superhero who has the ability to read minds or hear through walls... but that's all I have in mind. I read mom's lips and I saw her lips say "I'll tell her when the time comes". I'm not so sure of that myself, but I'll eventually find out. Whether it's by asking mom or discovering it myself, or might as be realizing it instead. And in mind... I don't really know... I look straight ahead and see the mansion I saw before. It was as empty as ever. No person coming in or out, or even peering through the windows. I'll stop being broke. I'll try. My best and my all. It starts now. I stand up casually and enter the restaurant like I never felt sad. I looked at mom and smiled, then quickly looked back on my diary to write.