Learn The Game

TATUM

Chapter 15

I looked deep inside Alfred's eyes, trying to see if this was some sort of trick. Because Alfred wouldn't do something for someone else unless he got something in return. I cant deal with someone like him, but maybe he's changing his sense of mind.

   Next to me was herbal green tea, when I'm stressed with something like social media making up things between Alfred and I that never happened. I took another sip just thinking about the things I read online. Sketching also helps me get things off my mind, and I'm not bad at drawing ether.

"Alfred I'm not sure working with you would help the situation." I bit my bottom lip, concerned.

He sighed and looking around, with his hands in his ash brown hair. "Tatum I just want to help."

He looked serious, through wasn't trying to press on about the topic. In his eyes was a different emotion, that I couldn't make out. I suppose he wants nothing in return from his looks, through I'll keep a few tabs about it. "No, I don't need your help. My boss said hell think of something to fix it."

He got up from the table, making a little scratching sound between the chair and the concrete floor. As he got up he sled a small piece of paper across the table in front of me.

I looked up at him confused. "What is this?" As I opened the small folded sheet of paper.

He looked at me bluntly, and spoke in a business like tone. "Its my number."

His sharp features and demon like blue eyes, was showing off a very strong field of him. It was almost attractive, through I erased that thought from my mind. "Why would I need your number?" I questioned.

Her gave a devilish grin at me, with gleam in his eyes. "If you ever need help with anything." Then he was really giving that affectionate look at me, that would make any girl fall head over heels for him. Through I stayed strong and stayed in my stubborn emotion. "Also if you need me for anything else,... Just call." He winked and headed out the door, while putting on his cover to hide himself from others.

I wanted to leave the piece of paper there, but in the back of my mind was telling me to keep it. So I grabbed it and stuffed in neatly in my pocket. Once I finished my tea, I waited for the waitress to arrive and take my empty cup away. That's when I gave the waitress a big tip.
   I waited because I wanted to make sure that the waitress got the tip them self. And not somebody else taking the money for themselves. I headed out the door wearing the sunglasses, and scarf.

I looked around my surroundings before I continued my way. I can't let the paparazzi make anything else up about me. I have to calm down the steam of social media. I've never been the type of person who loves to be in the center of the spotlight. Simply because anyone could say anything to you and you can fall to pieces or still stand tall getting more and more bruises as you stand.

I took a few more pictures up to ten or less. Tomorrow I'll be heading down to Paris, and I'm sure that in somewhere in my portfolio Jerry would want a picture of the Eiffel tower.
   As I walked I was looking down at my pictures. I found them wonderful, if I think there good which I have high expectations than they must be good enough for Jerry.

By not paying attention on wants ahead of me I ran into someone, bumping my head against there's. We both feel backwards, like little cartoon characters do in TV shows.

As I rubbed my head I looked up to see a brown haired girl with brown eyes. She had tan skin, she was wearing black flats. Black yoga pants. With a light blue T-shirt, she had a white cotton jacket. She was also rubbing her head, we both looked at each other studying each others style in looks.