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Homeless!America // Coffee & Burgers Part 2

It's been exactly a year since that day, and you haven't seen him at all. Not near the bus stop, not near your old apartment, not near anywhere. It was as if he had dropped off the face of the earth, as if he didn't exist at all. You carried a deep hope within you everywhere, wishing you could be able to see him again. And it was Christmas again, to make matters worse, and you still needed to buy gifts for all your friends and relatives.

But to make things a little bit better, you got a promotion at your workplace and you were able to buy a proper house with the income it gave. And with all the money you don't spend on groceries and bills, you're able to buy presents and everything you needed to wrap them. After you would buy your friends' presents and your family's presents, you decided to buy one more; one that made it more special than any other you were going to buy. You still didn't know what you'd get, but you knew exactly who it would be for, because you had a stronger feeling that you would see Alfred again.

It was cold, as usual, and you made sure to wear a thicker jacket over that sweater you wore that day a year ago. You always treasured that jacket after that day, never taking it off. The only time you'd take it off was when it needed to be washed or when you needed to go to bed. And when you didn't have it, you were suddenly in a bad mood, no matter how your day started. You always wanted it with you because it kept reminding you of him and his big grin and his shining eyes.

You were heading to work, and since you worked in a company that handled architecture and crap (Random idea... I couldn't think of anything), you had to wear clothes your manager considered were "decent for the job." You sighed and rolled your eyes at the thought of your manager's annoying voice repeating those words over and over again as your painful heels clicked along the pavement.

It didn't take long to get to the big, tall office building since it was only a ten minute walk from your house. You pushed past the double doors and walked in, immediately greeted by the face of one of the receptionists you deeply despised.

"Hello, ____," One of the nicer ones smiled.

"Good morning, Alicia!" You chimed back but grimaced when you saw the other's face. "Hello, Holly..."

"Hey, bitch," Holly said in the bitterest of tones as she blew a bubble with the gum she was chewing, her phone in her hand.

You rolled your eyes and walked to the elevators. Your office was on the eight floor and your desk was in a big office room shared with the rest of your coworkers. There were no other females besides you in that office (Awkwaaaard) and you didn't really like that.

Inside the elevator, you saw an unfamiliar face. You quickly reached to press the eight button but found that it had already been pressed. You looked to the man next to you from the corner of your eye. Why was he heading to your floor? Was he here to meet with someone? You had a feeling about this guy, a suspicion. Or maybe it was because your mood was spoiled because of a CERTAIN RECEPTIONIST that you knew.

But then your tension eased. Maybe he wasn't a threat and won't end up pissing you off. Your shoulders relaxed and you leaned against a wall; this elevator was taking too long. Then suddenly, the elevator came to an abrupt stop, shaking it and you two in it.

"What the hell?!" You shouted as you stumbled and gripped onto the bar. "W-what happened?!"

"I dunno, dude. I think the elevator suddenly broke or something...," he mumbled, stumbling and was thrown against the opposite wall you were leaning on.

Now you two were facing each other, looking eye to eye. You took a good look at him, and vice versa, and you noticed something. Those familiar eyes stared into your (h/c) ones, those familiar glasses that encased them, and that stubborn cowlick that stood up from his head; your eyes widened. You couldn't believe it, you couldn't believe who was standing in front of you. But at the same time, you had your doubts. It's said that everyone has seven look-a-likes in the world, so it was normal to have your doubts. But also, what were the chances of ever meeting one of his look-a-likes? It was unlikely...

So, to not make things more awkward than it is, you stayed quiet. You didn't want this person, even if he was who you thought he was, to think you were weird. You just continued to stand there and it slowly grew hotter in the elevator. You slipped your thicker jacket off, revealing the one under it. Then you caught the man standing across from you looking at it.

You raised a brow, "Can I help you..?"

"O-oh! Sorry!" He apologized as soon as he realized you saw him staring at your sweater. "I-it's just, I met this girl a while back that had the same sweater... It just reminded me of her..." Could he possibly be talking about you?

You nodded. "A lot of girls have been wearing this sweater... So I bet you've seen a lot of people with it..."

He shook his head. "No... This girl was different. She helped me when I needed someone the most, when everyone just decided that I didn't matter." A reminiscent smile formed on his face. "And plus, she was really beautiful too! Prettier than any other girl I've seen... She didn't have any makeup, either..."

He went on and on about this girl. Maybe someone else helped him who wore the same sweater, because you remember that day that you were wearing just a little bit of makeup, just enough for people to notice it. You sighed softly, really hoping he was talking about you and not some other girl he met.

"And now I work here!" He said brightly as you started listening to his ramblings. "...I was homeless before now..." Those words...they struck a nerve inside you. "Oh but why do you care! It's the past and it's nothing important now!" He just shrugged it off...

"Y-you were homeless..?" You stuttered. Could it really be him?

In return, he nodded. "Please don't think bad of me because of that...," he pleaded with a sheepish smile.

You smiled back and put your hands in your sweater pockets. "I would never. Not ever in my life."

I forced a little bit of this out 'cause I had writer's block and I couldn't think of anything. So if it sounds a little off, then I'm sorry. Blame my brain.

Stay tuned for part 3!