Liz was sitting in her chair after she told Matt that she would love to have dinner tomorrow night with him. She felt butterflies when she thought of tomorrow so before that she decided it was time to call Angela and tell her that or even meat with her.
She ended up arranging a meeting in an Italian restaurant in town at seven. She sent Clara and Temp home telling them she would close up. She stayed a extra hour after they left and then locked up making her way to the Italian restaurant.
When she arrived she looked for the blond women she was meeting. Angela was seated in the corner of the restaurant looking out of the window. Now that Liz was observing her she noticed that she had a nice petit frame and her face was one a lot of women would pay for.
Walking across the restaurant Angela looked at her as if she had felt her presence and she smiled.
“Hey Angela.” Liz said as she took a seat opposite the blond
“So how are we doing? Did he ask you out again?” Angela asked as her blue eyes were tempting Liz to force an answer
“He sent me flowers. Roses and asked to have another date with me tomorrow evening.” Liz said playing with her fingers on the table as the waiter come up to them and they placed there orders
“So you are meeting him tomorrow?” Angela asked as Liz just nodded her head
They have spent two hours talking. Well Angela talked Liz was just waiting for the whole thing to be over so she could go back home to bed tomorrow she was meeting with a real estate agent trying to find a building for her new offices.
So when she woke up she didn’t want to live her bed but her phone rang and it was Temp so she answered it.
“Get out of bed and down here you have to met with a real estate agent in half an hour so rise and shine.” She told her in a brusque way as Liz just reproached
“I don’t want to live my bed. My bed is my friend.” She whined at that Temp just yelled
“Get down here before I get there understood.” And that was the last thing she heard for her
Back at the office Clara was looking at Temp who just said
“What I have to get her out of bed.” Clara just smiled and shook her head in disbelieve at what she did.
In less than twenty minutes Liz was walking in the office with a frown on her face glaring at Temp.
“You look horrible. What happened last night?” Clara asked looking at her and Liz just sighed
“Angela. We met for dinner and she can talk weary long and I was tiered and didn’t get much sleep last night that’s all.” She said as Clara give her a mug with coffee in it. At that Liz give her a genuine smile.
Ten minutes later a tall dark man who looked to be in his forties walked in throe the door smiling. He had a gray suit on him and for the man off his age he looked quite nice.
“I’m looking for Miss Warren?” he asked as he entered looking at the girls as Liz raised her head
“That would be me. You must be Mr. Scott.” She said getting up for her desk to walk to him and shake his hand
“Oh please call me Andrew.” He said with a smile and she returned it clapping her hands and taking her bag.
“Well I guess we should get going.” She told him as he nodded his head to her
“Yes there are a few buildings I’m meaning to show you that will probably suit your taste.” She said waiting for her to get to the door.
Liz looked at Temp and Clara saying “If you guys need me just call my cell and I’ll be right with you. I’ll see you later.” She said as she waved to them and they smiled as she got in the car with Mr. Scott.
“I really hope the find us a new place it would be nice to expand this business.” Clara said with a smile to Temp who had her fingers crossed
Here you guys go the new chapter I’m sorry for the late update and the short chapter it’s been a little crazy running around. I hope you like it love you all tell me what you think and comment vote xoxo :)
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BREAK UP ARTIST - Matt Smith fanfic Completed
RomanceElizabeth Liz Warren is a twenty four year old who has a degree in psychology she was intrigued by how the male and female relationships work that is why she become a psychologist to have an insight to the why we think when we are in love. She start...