What Happened In 1940

chapter two

Emily was laying on the bed back in Grandpa Peterson's house. She was staring up at the plain white ceiling as she recalled her meeting with James. He was handsome, that was a fact. Even more handsome than her ex boyfriend Max, if she do say so herself.

James was a charismatic chap. No doubt he must be very popular with the ladies, despite his oldies sense of fashion. Emily like the guy. Not in a romantic way, mind you, she was still not over her previous relationship.

She just think of James as a friend for now, maybe even a close friend. Although he didn't really talk much about his private life, she could feel that he was on the same boat as her. She couldn't pin point out exactly why he was similar to her in a way but maybe if they get to know each other better, she'll be able to tell.

" If you'll excuse me, I need to get going. " He said to her, " It was a pleasure meeting you, Emily. We'll see each other again, I hope. "

Emily saw him checking his vintage wrist watch and gave him a small smile. She was rather disappointed that he needed to leave so soon. It hasn't even been ten minutes since they had spoken and he seems in a hurry to be somewhere else.

" Okay, sure. See ya! " She tried to sound bubbly and full of positive energy.

Guys like girls who are fun and happy, right? Her mind wandered back to her best friend, Tabby. She was fun and outgoing. Maybe that was why a lot of guys were attracted to her like magnet. Maybe that was why Max liked her too.

She felt a little disgusted with herself for wanting to be like Tabby. She didn't know why she had suddenly become so self conscious about her personality.

" Have a nice day. " James tipped his cap, giving her a bright smile.

Emily watched as he walked off, with his hands in his trousers pockets. She couldn't get over how handsome he was. That boy is really something.

She wondered where he was going and thought of following him but then again, that would make her come off as obsessive. She's not obsessed with him. No way.

So, she decided to wander around the neighbourhood for a little while longer before returning home for lunch.

Now in bed, Emily let her heavy eyelids fall over her eyes. She snuggled up in her fluffy comforter and let the sleep took over.

It had been a pleasantly unexpected day for the young girl of the Peterson Household. As she slipped into a dreamless slumber, someone was planning their next move. A certain someone whom she doesn't know but the person had been watching and following her all the while from the moment she entered the house to the moment she met the boy from the past.

James Jackson.

A young and naive soul. If his calculation was correct, he must probably be at his beloved Elizabeth's house still waiting for her.

The man smiled, once tomorrow arrives, he was going to plant his next move.

He hoped that everything will go according to plan. It needs to be.

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The sweet aroma of butter and strawberry jam on toast, alongside a tall glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, filled Emily's nostrils the instant she stepped into the kitchen.

Mrs Peterson was walking back and forth, preparing breakfast and making sure everything was properly set in its place.

She brewed a cup of black coffee for Grandpa Peterson who was already seated down at the far end of the long dining table.

Grandpa Peterson wasn't a fan of tea, never have and probably never will. He loved his black coffee more than anything. To him, it was what gives him life, it was the source of his energy. He can't think of going a day without his black coffee.