V. The other Jess
This girl’s funny. First, she grabbed my coffee like it was something I stole from her. Second, she almost spilled her hot boiling coffee in my face when I offered her a seat. And now, she wanted to hear my love story. She might be crazy. But she looks good. Maybe she’s a new celebrity or something. Okay. I’ll entertain her.
Jess’: Where to start?
Jess: Maybe with a name, a profession, age if you please, location, interest and the GIRL who broke you’re heart.
Then he smiled. Yes, she is sarcastic.
Jess’: So you’ve mastered sarcasm.
I smiled. She returned it with a sense of purity.
Jess: So, Mr. Jess. Are we going on with the story or not?
She’s definitely bitchy when she said this but in a cute way.
Jess’: Okay. I’m Jess Grey. Just turned 25 last week. I’m a doctor, heart surgeon. Quite ironic huh?
She smirked.
Jess: You can’t even remedy your own.
Jess’: Yeah. This girl. I met her because of a friend. She was a high school teacher. She needed a dance partner for her finals.. For her masteral.. I was her co-teacher’s highschool friend. Skyler volunteered me out.
Then she sipped her coffee. Leaned relaxingly against the back rest. She’s ready to hear some more.
