Falling For Mr.Right

Chapter One

A small shadow appeared in the corner of Noella's dimly lit room. The shadow making itself more apparent, all the while Noella lies in a dreamless sleep. Snoring is the only sound present. Curling itself upon Noella's chest, and letting out the loudest roar. Noella's eyes fluttered open. Her lips curved. She had come face to face with the light of her life, her cat.
Noella gave the pesky thing a slight squeeze. " Good Morning. " she told her four legged friend. Noella liked to think that the fluff ball talked back. With every meow that came from the fat cat, she always had an answer to give. Placing her feet along with her calico's on the mahogany floor surrounding her. Here we go again, She thought to herself.
Noella's hands shook as she recalled the night before. Not because it was tragic, but because she was anxious. She knew deep in her mind that if she waited long enough, love would find her. The apartment smelled of peppermint, as she dressed rather quickly in her uniform of white and blue, she bent down and patted the calico for the last time. " I love you!, " She called out before locking the door.
She breathed in the New York air . " Good morning Noella!" Said the child that was waiting for the bus; who lived in apartment B5. " Good Morning Nia." Noella said with a slight giggle.
Noella's vintage sneakers hit the pavement at an unusually vigorous pace. Something had awoken in her. Usually Noella dreaded her ever long hours of working just to gather minimum wage tips. Sure, she loved Rosa, and was extremely thankful for the kindness that was shown throughout the years. Noella longed for spontaneity, she grows tired of her routine. The only problem? She despised change.
Reaching her destination, she takes one last breath of freedom.

Tying the white apron around her slender waist, Noella anxiously waits. " So how was the date last night Noel?" the moment she was waiting for. " Terrible. The last time I listen to Elizabeth. She set me up with a total dud!" Noella begins describing her date to her friend. " I don't pay you two to lollygag." Rosa, the owner of Rose's diner tells them with her thick Hispanic accent. Her snow white hair was pulled back tightly into her signature bun. Her skin mature in age but yet it still had a chillike glow. " Mija. " she tells Noella in a mothering tone.
" I know Momma Rosa. " Noella's voice is shaky and soft. " your mother wouldn't have wanted you working here all your life." Noella could feel the collar of her blouse damping. " I am working on it, in the meantime I have tables to attend to." Noella tells her, wiping the tears that lined her brown eyes. Grabbing her receipt book, walking steadily to her first table.
" Hello. My name Noella I will be your waitress this morning, what can I get you? " Looking at the man whose arms looked bigger than her body, eyes bluer than anything she had ever seen. His lips looked so damn kissable, Noella thought to herself. " I don't want anything. I am waiting on someone." His voice, Noella could swear she felt shards of ice hit her. Of course he's meeting someone, she's probably tall and slender, blonde and a real trendsetter. Noella told herself. " But since she isn't here yet, I will have coffee. Black. No cream. No sugar.'' The mystery man had a mischievous grin plastered on his well shaven face. " Got it. A black coffee, no cream or sugar." Noella repeated writing down the last bit of information on the paper.
The feeling of anxiety was built up and was not making Noella nervous. She had enough mishaps with guys who liked her, imagine what would happen with the guys she actually liked. " so how was your date with Derek?" Noella's best friend and confidant since ninth grade, Elizabeth Mogan asks. " Pretty well. Well except for the mere fact that he just wanted sex. I told you to stop trying to set me up." She hissed to her best friend while pouring the mystery man his coffee.
Elizabeth went to make a remark, but quickly realized Noella had left. " Holy Shit!" Elizabeth exclaims.
Noella made her way to the Mystery Man. " Here is your coffee--" Noella stops dead in her tracks. How long had she been talking to Elizabeth? Who is a mystery man talking professionally with? The woman is wearing an overly tight pencil skirt and blouse. " Thanks love. Want anything before we go?" The man asks the woman in front of him. " No sir." was her quick reply. The way he says love, makes me want to curse! Noella thought to herself. she felt weak in her knees. She didn't even notice when he handed her a 100 dollar bill, and told her to" keep the change."

" You lucky bitch! Do you even know who that was?" Elizabeth says pushing up the thick frames of her glasses. " Um- no. Should I know him?" Noella was quite confused by her friend's comment. " You are fucking clueless aren't you! That was Grayson motherfucking Shade!" Elizabeth exclaimed excitedly. " I love you girl, but when it comes to men you are truly oblivious. I bet if you started a blog about your love life , you would become famous!" Elizabeth says laughing as she came to the end of her sentence.
The more Noella thought about it. She decided her friend's " joke " seemed realistic. When Noella got home that very night, she planned on doing just that. She opened her computer the website Twitface. It would allow her to write, post, and keep track of who viewed her helpful posts. Noella struggled with a name for this site. Then it hit her; The Hopeless Romantic

The feeling of being in love is entirely different then being in love yourself. Noella found herself typing, picking up the wine glass in her left hand. Its bitter taste coats her throat. In an almost instant; she gets pulled into a world wind of thoughts. Noella takes notice of her slender fingers hitting the wrong keys, in an attempt to type faster. she stares at the line she had written. Noella felt something within her as she typed. The white computer screen brightens her mood with every stroke. How can I write about love when I haven't truly experienced it for myself? All I knew from love was what I read in Nicholas Sparks books; Noella thought.

She sat in silence, staring at this one single line. Her cat snuggled up to the chair sleeping in perfect harmony; all the while, soft piano music was being played throughout her apartment. She takes a deep breath, letting the music softly caress her ears with its sweet lullaby. The hum of the city calms her by making her thought process longer. she soon finds herself in a complete trance of complete and utter serenity. Noella's fingertips pressed the keyboard at a rhythmic pace.

Soon after, Noella took the last swig of the Red wine left in the glass; she gently shuts her laptop lid. Noella throws a blanket over her petite body, her heavy eyes closing.