The land Of Make-believe!!!

PART 2.

Walking through the door to her flat, Mariana felt as though she were floating on air. All the way home, she had attempted to put things together. Why had they asked her?. Why were there no other applicants being interviewed?. Sitting on her sofa, the familiar steaming hot mug of coffee in her hands and wearing her Disney princess pyjamas, she balanced her lap-top on her knees and began to google Il Divo.

No sooner had she done so, then the pieces all fell together. There he was staring back at her from the screen. The stranger from the coffee shop. Mariana could have kicked herself at that moment. How hadn't she recognised him?. The facial hair maybe. He seemed to be clean shaven in all of the cd covers and videos that she had watched on you tube but the eyes. You couldn't mistake the eyes. It was as though they were staring into her very soul. They were so intense, but at the same time, they seemed to hold so much emotion behind them. They seemed to be asking her the questions that she wasn't quite ready to answer yet but she knew that the time would come when she would have to face them.

Sebastien Izambard. She now knew his name and without knowing, a smile began to form on her face. Placing the lap top down on her coffee table, Mariana went over to the cd player and hit play on the latest Il Divo cd that she had acquired. The melodies soon filled the air and it wasn't long before she found herself lost in the music. Being taken away from reality for a brief period of time. She stood in-front of the cd player, trying to figure out who was singing which part. She always admired how a group could harmonise their voices so well. How they could invoke emotions that no other type of music could. Such intense emotions. That was until the door-bell rang and opening the door, was surprised that a courier stood there, handing her a bouquet of flowers. The most beautiful flowers that she had ever seen.

"Thank you", Mariana replied, taking the flowers "but are these really for me?".

"Mariana?", the courier enquired, waiting for a reply. All she could do was nod. The bouquet was beautiful. She had never been given flowers like this before. "Then, yes they are yours", the courier smiled. "Please sign here", he spoke as he held out the small touch screen for her to sign.

Thanking him, Mariana shut the door and walked towards the kitchen. She cursed herself that she couldn't find a vase and then laughed as she set about improvising with an empty cola bottle which she cut in half and filled with water. It would have to do. As she carefully unwrapped the flowers, a card fell to the counter and reading it, she gasped. It simply read. "I'm glad you got the job".

Stood in the kitchen, making dinner, Mariana couldn't concentrate. Her mind was working over-time. Who could have sent her the flowers?. Yes, she had posted something on facebook the previous evening about the interview so it could have been one of many people that she knew. It was a lovely gesture though, she thought to herself. Then Mariana back-tracked. Hey!. It couldn't have been her facebook friends. They didn't know that she had been offered the job yet. She hadn't told them. Now things were getting mysterious. Who sent the flowers?. They were beautiful.

Sitting back on the sofa, Mariana ate her dinner. It wasn't much but she didn't really feel hungry. Stood over the sink, washing the dish, she still couldn't think. This was like the biggest quandary. Settling back down on the sofa, Mariana attempted to take her mind off of things with her book. Yes, this would work...

Opening her eyes, Mariana realised that she had fallen asleep. Looking at the time, she discovered that it was already 2am. The only problem now, was that she was wide awake. There was only one thing for it. Marios!.

Walking into the small coffee shop, Mariana broke into the biggest smile possible. There, sat on the brown leather sofa, reading the newspaper was Sebastien. As the bell sounded, announcing her arrival, he looked up and smiled back. "Can I get you a coffee?", he asked, placing the newspaper on the table, standing up and walking over to her.