MEET ME ON UMBRELLA ALLEY

Ella Meets A new face

"Hello...are you ok?" Asked a handsome young man to what seemed like a damsel in distress.

She was Lying on the edge of the Alley, in the early morning.

Ella was dazed and confused. She just starred.

What happened? Where am I? Do I know You?

These were all questions she wondered without uttering anything.

"I said are you ok?" He asked with this amazing accent while extending a hand.

In that moment Ella realized there really was a handsome stranger standing before her.

It wasn't a dream.

And, of all times to meet someone this gorgeous.

Surely, from all that crying last night her face must be mushy.

Ella's face turned red as she placed her hands on the back of her head.

She felt  her messy hair ,realizing that overnight it turned into a hair wad;

It wasn't any hair wad. It was a giant out of control blob of a wad.
This was oh so very embarrassing.

"What time is it ?" She asked in a sheepish adorable tone to this stranger's ears.
He replied,
"It's 5:00 a.m....I was out for my early morning walk...I could see this alley from a distance...so I walked over...and there you were...so what are you doing here sleeping...are you ok?"

He asked for a third time.

Ella didn't remember falling asleep. And, she didn't know how to answer. So, she just politely shook her head in a yes motion.

apparently somewhere between the sobs she drifted into a deep sleep.

"Well, ok then." Answered the young man unsure what else to say.

Realizing how much time had passed.

Ella knew that she had to get home ...the family must be worried about her.

"I'm fine." Said Ella as she ran barefoot home.

"Are you sure? I can drive you." Yelled the new face into the air.

He was at least hoping for a name.

"The walk will do me good." Ella yelled back as she ran toward her childhood home entering a new reality.

The young teenage stranger liked Ellas red hair, and wondered why she slept outside.

Was she homeless?

Was she a run away?

What was her story?

And, if he saw her again...he would get her name.

An older man walked towards him.

"Was she ok?" Asked his friend who got tired of waiting in the car.

"Apparently. " answers the young man.

"Come on your highness...we need to go." Said the annoyed driver,

Who was dealing with an on coming migraine from the weather front not being used to this atmosphere.  So, his tone was not himself.

"I told you call me anything but your highness...Eddie Smith if you can remember?" ...snapped the young king to his friend who was all things to him on this trip. He wanted to stay undercover for as long as he could.

His father recently died leaving him as the the new  king of an unknown distant land.

Queen Edwards, his mom ordered him to go off to some distant land like United States and enjoy his freedom before the ceremony that makes it all official.

So, until then young king Frank Edwards did not exist.

He asked to be called Eddie Smith .

"I'm sorry Eddie...I will do better." Said his friend, and driver named Brian Otool.

"Let's go said the under cover young king."

"So...getting back to that girl...She seemed ok...nothing to be alarmed about then?"

Brian Robertson said in the form of a question.

"So it seems." Replied the puzzled king.

"What's your plan here?" Asked Brian, thinking long term .

He wasn't given any details.

Other, than his assignment is to stick with the king for 6 months.

And, not to come back until the young king is ready to rule.

Where ever the king goes...Brian goes. He was to be friend, security,  driver, assistant, and cook.

So, yeah no pressure there.

"Well, since I won't be able to experience school after this year...maybe I will enroll here for the next six months" The king stated.

"You highness.."

The king stared at Brian with a disappointing look.

"I mean Eddie...there's alot to consider...and alot more to see...is that really what you want? Asked Brian not ready for school.

" Come on...Let's go back..let me think about it." Said Eddie and off they went to get settled in their small insignificant cottage rental.