Right when I reached to my hotel room the phone laying on the dresser began to ring obnoxiously. I set my bag on the bed and hesitated to pick up the whining phone.
"Hello?" I gripped onto the phone.
"Hey Sidy!" His voice rang in my ears-
causing me to feel all weird inside and out.
I propped onto the hotel bed and replied. "My name is Cass."
"I like Sidy better. Can I call you Sidy?" I snorted and imagined Shaun flashing his white teeth.
There was a moment of comfortable silence. I heard a faint buzzing from the line.
"Sidy, want to meet me back at the bar tonight at 7?"
"How do I know you aren't a serial killer and want to lure me into your secret cave to slaughter me?" I watched an NCIS episode on that storyline. I remembered the woman's horrified screams and the awful acting.
Shaun chuckled. "I just serve beer. Some of my buddy's will be down there too. You'll have witnesses."
"See you tonight."
Then I hung up the phone and hugged my knees into my chest. Tonight I was going on my first date.
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Welcome To New York
Teen FictionCassidy Jane gave up. Or tried to. Now 19, having a decent amount of cash in her bank account and an urging therapist- she moves to the Big Apple where she finds romance, arrogance and old ghosts.
