They say that life is all about second chances. Josephine Quinn-the only child to one of the biggest businessmen in the country-moves to Portland and turns a new leaf in life after going through a traumatic year at New York, her old home.
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JOSEPHINE
It is 8.15 and I am still sitting here at Edgewood Park on a stupid bench waiting for an idiot. If he does not show up within the next five minutes, that guy is in big trouble. First, he messes everything up due to his mere ignorance. Then, he doesn't have the balls to call me up himself or ask me in person and sends me flowers, asking me to meet him here. And to top it all off, he doesn't even show up on time!
As my anger boils out and above my head, he runs in from the park gates and comes to a stop in front of me.
"Late at your own apology session, are we now?"
"I'm sorry, we were having an Avengers marathon and I completely forgot and -"
"-not interested." I fold my arms in front of my chest and look at him dead in the eyes, not bothering to be nice or even show any sort of emotions on my face, even though there is a turmoil of it churning inside me.
"Look, I am sorry, okay? I talked to my mum and you were right. I didn't know many of the things that I know now and I shouldn't have taken matters in my own hands like that."
"But you did." I say, still trying to piss him off and maybe, just maybe, trying to make him feel even just a sliver of the anger I have been feeling since a week.
"I AM TRYING TO – I am trying to apologize here. Can you not be cross for two minutes?!"
"No."
I sigh and sit back down on the bench. With my head in my hands, I try to hold my thoughts together and listen to him without saying anything at all.
"Look, just calm down and talk to me for two minutes, please?"
I look up but spot something other than his pleading face. I cannot believe I did not see this. There is a man hunching down behind one of the rather thick bushes and looking at us. He sees me and runs away, causing the bush branches to sway. Had he been here the whole time? Listening to us, sitting behind the bush, camouflaged by the dark? My mind whirls with possibilities about the identity of the man, but one sticks.
"Why did you call me here?"
"What? I – I didn't. You did. You sent me the flowers."
"YOU sent ME the flowers, Timothy! Why would I send you flowers when you were the one who fucked up?"
"Josephine, for fuck's sake!"
"Was that your man?"
I point at the bush and he takes a glance back at it.
"What man?! There is nobody there."
"Well, of course there isn't. I spotted him and he ran away. So, was it? Was it one of your dad's men?"
