THE COFFEE DATE

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At dot 11, the doorbell rang.

I grabbed my purse and phone and went downstairs.

"I am here for Ms. Evelyn Stewart"
I heard a husky professional voice talking with Liz.

He was a man probably in his late 20s. Tall, wheatish complexion and chocolate brown hairs dressed in a perfectly fitted suit.

"Yea here she is" Liz gestured towards me with a hint of blush.

No wonder the man was handsome and Liz seemed completely flaterred by his presence.

Jeez!! This girl...

"Hello Ms. Stewart I am Mark Jones, Mr. Flamingo's personal bodyguard. I will escort you till the venue."

"Shall we?" He signalled toward the white Limo outside my house.

Excited would be an understatement. I was truly jaw dropped at the site of me sitting in my dream car.

Ok c'mon we all have such deams. Right?

"Um yeah.. I was just worried about the media. Are they still out?" I tried peeping through the thin space between Mark and the door frame.

"Oh! That has been settled Miss. There is no one out and you are completely safe with me" he smiled assuring.

"Well then, we should leave"  i said.

" Say my Hello to James. Will you?" Liz said dreamily.

I smacked her on her arm playfully, leaving the house.

"All the best babe. Have fun." She shouted shutting the door.

I smiled and nodded.

The ride to god-knows-where was very quite. I

Its amusing how my life rotated a 180 in a matter of few hours. The same time yesterday I was busy making notes in the library, juggling between various books. No one knew me, no one bothered to know me. And now here I am worrying about my every move being followed by shutterbugs.


"We are here Ms. Stewart. " Mark's voice woke me up from my thoughts.


He gestured towards the place in front. It seemed like a vintage coffee shop.

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The main door was wooden with big wooden framed glass windows on both sides.

Mark opened the main door as I smiled to him for the gesture.

The interiors of the café was all wooden yet very classy. The chairs looked comfortable. There were framed photographs of Shakespeare, Mark Twain, Ernest Hemingway and many others. The ambience was quiet and coffee scented.

There was a bookshelf at the far left of the room with stacked books.

If someone asked me what would be my cue to heaven, it would be books, coffee and flowers. And right now I had two of them here completely mesmerizing me.

As James was nowhere to be seen in the café I decided to check out the bookshelf.

Looking at the various shelves my eyes glittered at the sight of one book "Finders Keepers" by Stephen Kings.

  As I was flipping the pages of the book I felt a fresh minty breath on my neck.

"Welcome Kitten"

I froze at my spot but my heartbeat ran at thousand km/hr. speed.

I turned around to look at him. He wore a black buttoned down paired with denims and canvas. His hairs were perfectly messed and the stubble on his face completed the sexy look.

"Like what you see kitten?" he smirked.

His interruption made me realize I was gaping at the man in wide day light.

I cleared my throat faking some hoarseness while looking away from him.

"Lets talk business Mr. Flamingo, I do not have the whole day for this conversation."

I was as shocked as James with the choice of words I made. Who the hell I am complaining about busy schedule? to a millionaire?

Ha! Amazing you are Evelyn. I mentally rolled my eyes.

The amount of rolling eyes I am doing since last night I am surely going to get a headache soon.

James opened his mouth to say something but stopped and moved towards the nearest table.

"Come, settle yourself Stewart." he said pulling the chair for me.

Lets begin the Q&A round. I sighed.

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