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Chapter 3

Weird day. Weird, weird day.

So its a Saturday afternoon, and I'm now sitting in my bedroom, in disbelief of the day. It started out with me going to work, and Eduardo was in a good mood. Weirdest thing I've ever experienced. Or so I thought, but then the day went on.

He let me off early, so I only worked 9-12, and gave me money for lunch and fare. He reccommended La Pizzioli, the Italian place downtown, so I ate there. I had delicous bruschetta as an appetizer and pomodoro for a meal. Oh, and at work, Hillary said she liked my outfit.

I don't even know anymore.

So, I went home afterword, and sat in the kitchen, writing, when I realized I wanted Starbucks, and had a giftcard (that Hillary gave me for Valentines Day earlier this year and never used). So, I decided to go. So spontaneous, I know. So I packed up my laptop and took the bus to Starbucks.

I ordered a grande mocha frappuccino, and waited. I booted up my laptop, and when "Berlin" was called, I got up and started walking toward my drink. But the most beautiful man I have ever layed eyes was standing right by the pickup area and saw me walking toward him, so he picked up my mocha, and walked it over to me.

I blushed, and stopped in my path. I smiled, and when we were next to each other, he handed me the mocha. This is weird, because attractive people don't usually acknowledge me.

"Thank you," I said.

"No problem. Just wanted to do something nice for for the prettiest girl in the room." He smiled.

My cheeks got hot. "Well, that's very kind sir. But I'm actually not-"

He held his hand up. "Don't fight it. And dont call me sir. Makes me feel old," he said jokingly.

I laughed. Here we were, standing in the middle of Starbucks, hopelessly flirting.

"So, Berlin, may I sit with you?" He asked.

"Sure," I replied. Why can't I be smooth? I thought.

He pulled up a chair and we sat across from each other. "So, Berlin. I would just like to let you know I think you're beautiful."

I blushed.

"What do you like to do?" He asked.

I motioned to my laptop."Write. But I'm a retail worker."

"Nice." We sat there for a few seconds, and I wasn't sure if I was supposed to ask him the next question.

"Have you always lived in LA?" He asked.

"Um, no. I grew up in Alabama. Then I went to Texas for college, then moved here. You?"

"Lived here my whole life," he said, nodding. "I have two older sisters and my dad died of cancer when I was 14."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," I said.

He shrugged. "My mom raised us real well. Jennifer and Morgan, my sisters, are living life nicely. Jen's a nurse and she has two boys, and Morgan is a teacher with two boys and a girl. She's expecting another baby, too."

"Aw! That's neat. I love babies. And my younger sister, Jordan, is a teacher too."

"How many siblings do you have?" He asked.

"I'm the sixth of seven." His mouth dropped a little, and I laughed. "I know, I know. I have five older brothers: Martin, Christian, Nick, Dean, and Carter. They all have kids, except Christian and Carter. Christian's married though. I don't think his wife can have kids, that's why.  Carter is 29, so he still has a nice time frame."