This is life.

54 ➤ Another weirdo

I'm confused. I'm more than confused, really. I'm astounded. "What are you doing in Manhattan?" We both ask again, overlapping each other's words. The last time I had spoken to Chanel I was in quite a state of...bitchiness, as I would say. But all in all my anger for her has vanished overtime. I don't blame her for trying to stop me. Although I will say that day is not a personal favourite of mine. "Do you mind if I sit?" She asks with a smile. Her dimples pop out adorably, and I watch as she plays with the cup in her hand as she waited for a reply. She seems nervous. I'm not too sure why. I nod my head slightly and she takes a chair from an empty table before bringing it over and sitting down on the opposite side of the table. "You didn't answer my question." We overlap each other for the third time. Sighing in exhaustion she puts up her hand to tell me she was answering first. "I wanted a drink. Is it a crime, now?" She held up her cup. "In New York." I said timidly.

"I'm here on business, I'm quite busy." Business? What business? "I thought," "I had business in Los Angeles as well." She explained. "Who exactly are you?" I asked with frustration. "No one important." She insisted. "But what I'd like to know is why you're here. Did you not live in LA?" She asks. "I moved back here." "Can I ask why?" And her question was enough to have me frowning with hatred. I barely know her, and she asks for all of this information. And what would that say about me if I told her? It's better if I keep to myself. "No reason you need to know." I change the subject as I see her drink for her cup. "Where's your bodyguard?" a small smile pulled at my lips again. I still find it ridiculous. Jason nor I ever even needed one. "He's waiting outside." She points outside the window to let me see the familiar muscular man dressed in black, waiting patiently with both hands held together as he stood in front of a very appealing Mercedes Benz. Another Mercedes? Didn't she already have one? No, actually. Didn't I ruin hers?

"Does the cute brunette cashier have a crush on you." She teased. "What?" I look down in my hand to notice the scribbled number and love heart on the side of my cup. I hadn't even notice the writing till now. I look back over at the counter to see him concentrate on wiping it down swiftly, not at all noticing my not so short glance. I couldn't help but laugh at her statement. "Please. He looks twelve." She rolls her eyes playfully before cautiously glancing around the building. I notice why when very soon almost every person in the café had their phones out, either taking photos or recording for some unknown reason. And it made me very uncomfortable. "Would you like to come with me?" I give her an amused expression. "To where?" "Right now I'm heading off to actually go and see my first ever Knicks game. Would you like to join?" She smiles hopefully. "Why would you ask me something like that when I barely know you?"

"You seem to need to take your mind off of things. I think it will cheer you up."

"Cheer me up?" I asked. "Yes. If you don't remember you were crying just five minutes ago." Embarrassingly, I bring my hand up to wipe the tear stains on my cheeks that have set. "I don't want to go to a basketball game." I tell her. "Really? I thought you New Yorkers loved the Knicks." She exaggerates. I shake my head. "Not me. Sorry. I'm not in the mood to go out anywhere." I say apologetically. "I can take you somewhere to make you feel better." She offered. "Didn't you just say you were here for business?" I point out. She rolls her eyes with a grin. "If I say no will you come with me?" "Go with you where?" I laughed. "Anywhere you'd like. I just want to make you feel better." She admitted. "Broadway?" I shake my head no. "Would you like to ride a boat on Manhattan harbour?" I shake my head again, trying to hide my surprised reaction to her offers. "Would you like to see a movie, maybe?" she continues. I shake my head again.

Why is she so persistent?

"Perhaps a walk in Central park?" She speaks with more emphasis on her charming accent, and she succeeded in lightening my mood. I smiled widely but shook my head in disapproval. "I'll take you wherever you want to go." She insisted. "Really it's fine. I wouldn't want to hold you up from whatever it is you're here for."