"what?" I ask.
"i said, I don't know you."
I open my eyes and realize the guy was not just a figment of my imagination, he was right in front of me.
and gorgeous as ever.
"is your name Jacques?"
"yes, Sleeping Beauty, i just said that. what are you doing out here?"
"my name isn't Sleeping Beauty, it's Janet. And I kind of live here. You have a problem with that?"
"no, sorry, i was being nosy. I own the store you're in front of."
he points to the cafe.
"you're welcome to stay here, in the back. If you like."
YOU ARE READING
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Teen Fiction"I am not a word, I am not a line. I am not a girl that could ever be defined." or, the story of a girl who has nothing more than an iPod, a diary, and a dream. until she meets the boy in the cafe and the girl from the studio.
