Alessia Parks believes in fairy tales. Big time.
So when the handsome Carter Matthews waltz into the restaurant she works at and tells her that she might possibly have the most beautiful eyes he's ever seen- those eyes holds hearts in them.
In...
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2 weeks later
Should I call him?
I kept walking back and forth, glancing over at my phone sitting on my kitchen counter.
If you could call it that.
I lived in a crummy overpriced apartment building in the Lower East Side. To paint a picture, I once stepped out my shower into my toilet bowl, considering they are practically on top of each other.
I only had to take one step to grab my phone and click on his contact.
Yes, I added him as a contact already! I'm a forgetful person, and I did still want the option to call him in case I lost the card!
At least that's what I kept telling myself.
I took a deep breath in, and out. You can do this. I mean, he has to be interested! He did give you his business card. With new found resolve, I picked up my phone and clicked on his contact. As soon as I heard the first dial tone go through, I let out a little squeal. Shit shit shit shit! What am I doing? Please don't pick up! Please don-
"Hello?"
"Fuck!"
I slammed the end call button and unceremoniously threw my phone across the room- about 2 feet since I lived in a shoe box.
My apartment was mostly silent, some sound of the people bustling around on the streets below. I looked around and sighed. That might possibly have been the worst phone call ever. Who the hell cusses first thing when the receiver answers?
As I was lost in my thoughts, my phone's ringtone scared me out of my reverie. I cautiously peered over at my phone's screen. Hot dude from Restaurant
I took a shaky breath out. Stop acting stupid! Pick up the damn phone!
"Hello?" I let out nervously.
"Hello? Who is this?"
"Uhhh, Alessia. Wait, you probably don't know my name. You left your card in a tip at Mauvais Sort? The French restaurant in Harlem?"
"Oh, yes. Amelia, right? How are you?" Sigh. I guess his looks is all he's got.
"Actually, it's Alessia. But, uh, I'm okay. You?"
"I'm fine as well."
An uncomfortable silence quickly settled. This has to be the most awkward conversation I've ever had. I cleared my throat, unsure of what to say next.
"I was actually waiting for you to call me."
OH SWEET BABY JESUS
"Oh, is that so?"
Over the phone, I heard him let out a soft chuckle, " As a matter of fact, It is. I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me this Friday?"
OH
SWEET
BABY
JESUS
HAVE
MERCY
"Yes!" I cringed at the over-eagerness in my voice and quickly recovered, " I mean, uh, sure. I'll have to see if I'm available, first, though."
"Of course. Now that I have your number, I'll text you with confirmation later?"
"Sounds great."
"Great."
"Great," I said, my cheeks hurting from smiling.
"Alright, I have to go. Bye."
"Okay, Bye." I clicked the red phone icon on my phone, and clack onto the surface of my kitchen counter.
Okay. That just happened.
I let out a loud squeal and danced around while smiling like an idiot.
Yes! Hot guy just asked me out on a date!
I flopped on my bed, daydreaming about certain someones green eyes.
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A/N
Hello, world! It's been about 345678765489 years since I have written! 2016 was a cruel year. Yikes. I am back now, and my writers block is (mostly) behind me! Sorry for the short chapter, it's late and I have classes tomorrow. Probably not the best choice.
