The British Girl Meets New York

SIX: STRANGE COINCIDENCES

The British Girl Meets New York

©2014 by shin_valentine

Author's note:

Hey guys! It's been a while. I've got a bit of free time so I decided to update.

I'm glad that a few more readers have been pulled in to reading this story. And a lot of you probably think that this storyline and plots seem familiar and common but I tell you, you're not even half right. The twists haven't been revealed yet so hang on for a bit more. Forgive me though if it seems a little slow paced even though it's already the sixth chapter and that it will be a long run but you'll get to the finish line when you get there.

Please do enjoy!

:)

CHAPTER SIX: STRANGE COINCIDENCES

I stood straight and turned to see who it was. And I saw yet another gorgeous guy with glasses. He had shoulder-length dark hair, had droopy eyes and he was as tall as Luke or Nathan and his age was probably not far from mine. Older though.

I instinctively raised an eyebrow and the guy didn't move an inch so I decided to speak.

"May I help you?"

"No, I think you're mistaken." he said it like it was scripted and said it for the millionth time for the hour. "I'm afraid it is you who seeks my help."

That sounded like something a fortuneteller who approached you would say. And believe me, he isn't a fortuneteller. Or is he?

"I'm sorry. I can't do this." he rubbed his forehead with his fingers.

It felt awkward all of a sudden. What did he mean by that?

"I'm being taught with handling customers here which I strongly suck at." he explained but didn't help that much.

He looked at me and saw the odd look I was giving him and he started apologizing.

"No, it's fine. It's just that I don't get why you're being forced to do this."

He walked to a bench near us and must've thought that I would follow because when he looked back, he noticed I was still standing by the Porsche. He then told me to sit beside him, which was weird. But I went to him anyway.

"The friend of your brother there," he pointed at Dad and his friend and I immediately tried to correct him, "Actually, he's-"

"He's my father." he cut me off.

Exactly. Wait...what?

I looked at him look at the two men.

I realized, he was talking about Mr. Clark.

"Yeah. And I had to even miss this day just to try it." he snorted.

"But why today? Why not on a weekend?" I asked.

"Dad's going somewhere tomorrow and won't be back for another month or something and I'm not busy with anything at school today so I finally agreed just to satisfy him. But based on my performance, I don't think it's working at all."

"Is it really that hard?" I asked, curious.

"Well, since you're asking me, yes." he looked at the white Porsche and sighed like it was a dog that couldn't run.

I wonder what his problem really is...

Then he faced me and handed out his hand.

"I'm Lance, by the way." he smiled genuinely and it's almost like he wasn't bothered by anything at all.