My beautiful date

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I know I should not be writing a new story when I already have  unfinished one but I can't help. My first story is quite a serious, emotional one type so I wanted something more light, simple and Funny. So I am starting a new story hope you all will love it the way you loving my other story.

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Natasha walked briskly along the sidewalk, weaving in and out among the other pedestrians. She tilted her face upwards enjoying the rays of sunshine that shone from the pale blue sky. Her long red hairs with blond tips  blew in the light spring breeze. It was the first time she had been outdoors since leaving for class this morning. She had spent the majority of the day in the library trying to study for her finals. They were less than a week away and she was starting to panic. She couldn't motivate herself and she was way behind schedule. Her so-called part-time job seemed to be taking up most of her free time. She work as proof reader in a publication house reading and checking spelling  and grammar mistakes. She  barely get time to breathe lately never mind open her books but she couldn't complain. The rate of pay was extremely good and had more than supported her during her last eighteen months at Boston University. Combined with her income and her allowance from her parents, Natasha was able to afford her own apartment not far from the school. She stayed alone and she enjoyed the privacy. She'd had more than her fair share of awkward, fussy roommates her first two years at school when she had stayed in the university dorms. They had finally helped her make her mind up to get her own place. She had moved into her apartment nine months ago and had lived in peaceful bliss ever since.

Natasha crossed the street and smiled at the newspaper vendor on the corner. She purchased her copy of Cosmopolitan and continued her journey home. People sat at the outside tables of the restaurants and cafes on either side of the street. They enjoyed the warm May sunshine as it continued to beat down upon them. A steady stream of traffic roared by and it wasn't until she had turned into the next block that she heard the muffled ringing coming from her bag.

She reached into her bag as she walked along the tree-lined street. A smile crossed her face as she flipped her phone open and saw the name scrolled across the screen. Placing her bag back on her shoulder, she answered the call. "Hello?"

"I think I'm going to fail."

Natasha smiled at his slightly panicked tone. She was used to it by now. He got like this every time a test loomed on the horizon. "You're not going to fail, Bruce. You're going to do great just like you always do."

"I'm not so sure."

"Well I am. You've studied hard. You're going to ace your finals."

"I wish I could share your optimism."

"I'll send some your way." Natasha looked left and then right before crossing the street to her apartment block.

"How do you fancy delivering it to me personally? I've swapped shifts with Ben. I'm free tonight. We could watch movies and gorge on ice cream."

Natasha sighed as she entered her building and began to climb the stairs. "I can't. I'm working tonight."

"Again?"

There was no mistaking the disappointment in his voice. Natasha couldn't blame him. This was the third time in a row she had let him down. It had been at least ten days since their last date. She cradled her phone against her shoulder as she reached into her bag for her keys.