A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

Chapter 2

I've been running around the city for hours. I have checked every café, library, and retail store in Bedstuy Brooklyn. At this point I don't know what to do. I guess I could go back and check Tristan's place one more time. He lives in a studio apartment in downtown Brooklyn. As an art dealer and lover of all things musical, you'd expect him to live in this part of New York. This is where all the hippies and aspiring artist live. As I walk down the street I see the common city graffiti on the large brown warehouse buildings. If it wasn't for theses colorful ways of saying "fuck the system", Bedstuy would be an ugly place. The people here seem to be so high off life though. Even the homeless men are smiling and strutting around like they just got laid.
      I walk up the stairs of Tristan's pre war building. Before today I hadn't been here in a little over a year. I used to sleep over every other weekend, even had my own space in his closet. He was my best friend. I could talk to him about everything.  I'd save all my weekly gossip for Friday just so that when I saw him I could say "bitchhhh did I tell you what this girl Haley did on Wednesday."
Then he'd reply with "I'm all ears hoe." And I would fake get mad at him calling me a hoe as if I wasn't reveling in how amazingly lucky I was to have him. I really did love him, but I'm over it now. He broke my heart in ways I don't even want to think about. It doesn't matter, all I need to do is convince him to marry me. Oh God, what am I even doing. Fuck it, this was such a stupid idea. I should just go home and wait for Mark to come back. I can stay with him, he doesn't have to know that I know and I can forget. Be happy with someone who clearly loves me. Its not like he would do anything to hurt me, right? "Saffron stop being stupid" I say to my self. You must do this, you don't want to be in a marriage with a crazy person....but is being in a marriage with someone who broke you any better? Yes it is, I finally decide as I knock on the door. I wait for a solid five minutes and no one comes. I'm not surprised, but still disappointed.
     I take a seat on the white marble stairs. I didn't think he would be there but I hoped. I can just go back to Mark's house and look through the other notes on the board, see if there was any one else who loved me. Its not like Tristan is my only choice, but he's the only one I want. I'm over him but, what if I'm not? It doesn't matter anymore its not like -"Saffron, is that you?" I'm cut off mid thought.
When I look up I see him. Shaggy hair, olive skin, toned arms. Yep, definitely Tristan. His chiseled jaw has rendered me speechless. I can not believe he is here. Bless the lord.
"What are you doing here?", he asks inquisitively.
"Um hey," I say. "Can we go inside, its kind of a long story and I need some wine."

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A/N: Sorry for the late update. I decided to keep writing after all because this story has a lot of potential. Hope you like this chapter.