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Chapter 1 - Someone New

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After 9 months dating the handsome architect I met on my exhibition. I pretty much happy with him. He is such a funny romantic guy. I am lucky to have him. But he's been in London for three weeks and I miss him badly. He is designing a office building for one of the richest guy in London. Every night I FaceTime with him and say how much I missed him, and all he says, "I love you, I want to marry you one day." And those words froze me. No matter how much I love him, I'm worried that he is asking me to marry him when he's back.

"Well you need to ask him!" Me and my friend, Jocelyn sit down on a coffee shop talking about that words he said to me every night for three weeks.

"But I can't!" Jocelyn rolled her eyes.

"Oh Anastasia Meester! Since when I know you are to shy to ask about it to the guy who fall in love with you since the moment he met you?" I smiled shyly. "Ana, do you want to marry him?" Suddenly that words came out from her. Do I want to marry him? Or maybe I just need time? Or... not at all?

"What a stupid question! C'mon you know what is my answer!" I faked my smirked and she smile.

"You always too smart to fake it, but I believe you." She said annoyed.

"Oh Jo, I love him too, why not? I mean I just knew him! I haven't figure it out yet," I said and she look sad. "But I think so." I frowned and look down.

"Ana," Jo quickly reached to my hand on the table and hold it with her smile and I look up to her. "I mean if you don't love him, then don't. Say what in your heart." She said and I smile slowly.

"Thanks Jo, but he is a good guy, I can't let him go. I do love him." I said smiling and I hold her hand back. At least I think so.

After the talk, Jo had to go back to work and so I decide to go to the book shop and find something interesting to read. I love the smell of the book store as I walked in, it smells like old papers. And that's what I love visiting and just stand on the book shp for hours. Just for the smell that really get me the fell of reading.

I walked to one of the bookshelf that fully of old classic books, and I found one of Hemingway book, which he is one of my favorite writer of all time, Farewell To Arms. As I stood in front of the bookshelf for an hour and finished 3 chapters already, "Excuse me, aren't you must be tired?" Suddenly a guy wearing a dark red sweater and a jeans was stand right beside me holding two Stendhal books and I look at him. Who the hell is he?

"Umm why you sounded care, stranger?" As I squinted my right eyebrow, and he smirk.

"No my table right over there," He pointed on the empty table beside the window facing to the street and a cup of coffee. "I was wondering if you need a seat." He said.

"No I'm fine, but thanks for the offer." I said smiling and I close my books. "I need to go now." I left him with another smile and walk away.

I went to the cashier to purchase the book and realizing that creepy stranger who offered me a sit, was looking at me on one of the bookshelf that near the cashier.

"Is that guy always follows girls?" I murmured to the cashier and she smirk.

"No, he just like that." She said and I smile at her leaving the cashier towards the door.

As I walk out and cross the street, "Wait!" A voice stopped me for taking another step. I turned my body around, it was that strange guy. In the middle of the empty road I stopped watching him walk near me.

"Yes?" I said confusedly.

"I'm Ralph, I mean just wonder if you need a friend to talk to in the book shop." He said and I smirk.

"Okay, I'm Anastasia, and well I'm late." I said and he chuckled and suddenly a car stopped right in front of us and start horning.

"If you need me, I always be around." He said and I smile there awkwardly.

"I see you around, Ralph." I said and then I turn away from him and start walking. What's wrong with that guy? Stopped me in the middle of the street? But well, he look dashing and well kinda bit too old to dress in a red sweater and a pair of jeans, not like Steve, he always suits up no matter where he go.

Now I'm at work and literally I don't know what do draw, so I'm drawing a face of someone in my mind... Then that strange guy in the book shop face shows up. I don't know why, but his wavy brown hair, his squinty blue eyes when he smile, his almost bearded face wearing that red sweater. I can imagine him so well actually. Probably he smells like a soft vanilla parfume you would love to smell every time you woke up in the morning, or before going to work and how lovely Is that smell everyday.

"Ana?" Suddenly I almost scratch whole the sketch, it was Jane my co-worker.

"Yes?" I turned my chair right over her with a smile.

"I was wondering if you interested to be Gerard godmother?" She asked smiling to me and I raise both my shoulder and smirk.

"Sure why not, gladly Steve already home that week. What do you want me to do?"

So I spend my day at the studio till 4:30pm only drawing and give suggestions to people who need to decorate their apartment, office, or party, and then I take a cab back home. As I get back to my lovely apartment in Lowe East Side with the view of the of East River Park, I sit down on my couch facing the TV and then I take Farewell To Arms book out, and continue my reading. For two hours I haven't grab dinner and I got tired reading the book. But I haven't heard a call on my phone from Steve. Maybe he is busy.

So 7:40pm, I go change and wash my face on the bathroom, Why I think of him? I said to myself that keep thinking about that guy, Ralph. Why he suddenly came in to my life and haunted me? So I decided take my laptop to my lap and sit down on the bed as I continue my writing for my article that need to be publish tomorrow and tried to not think of that freaking damn guy! UGH.

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