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|Wrong Time, Write Place (standard:romance, 2360 words)|
|Author: J. Thalia||Added: Jun 21 2002||Views/Reads: 2020/1336||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|The story of how Pete and Feliz met.|
“Go ahead Pete, tell us how you guys met! We want to know!” Lisa suggested. “Well, it's a long story, and it's sorta embarrassing,” Pete was skeptical. “Ok, ok,” Pete gives in. “Well, it was about 2 years ago, and I had just gotten out of college. You know, I wasn't anyone special, no special diplomas, no famous actor, hell I hadn't even written a real book yet! I was just a homely little author with nothing really to do. I guess you could say I was just one of those blah mediocrities that cluttered the cosmos, if you will. So anyway, I hadn't really written anything and you know I was hurtin' for some cash. So I took this job at an Italian restaurant as a waiter. You know, the pay wasn't that great, but it was better than what I was making—nothing. So, I was a waiter and I was working one Friday night (our busiest night at the time) when in walks this drop dead gorgeous woman with some of there friends. The coolest part about that job was all the people I met. It was probably the hippest place to go to in Rhode Island at the time. Anyway, in walks this girl, she was so darn gorgeous that everyone, I mean everyone in the whole damn place turns to look at her as she walks in. As fate would have it, lucky for me, she's seated at one of my tables.” “Good evening,” I say. “Welcome to Mama Maria's, can I get you guys something to drink?” I start as I always start. Naturally, they all order drinks and naturally, I go to the bar and get them, allowing them time to decide what they want. So, I get back with the drinks, but the stunning woman isn't there. Her friends order for her, saying she just rant to the bathroom. I scribble the orders on my pad, and I start heading towards the kitchen with the order, when she bumps into me. “Oh I'm so sorry,” she says. “I didn't mean to, I'm very sorry.” “It's fine! It wasn't your fault.” I brush myself off, and she walks back to her seat. I stare at her the whole time. I give the orders, and then go back to some other customers. “That's how you met?” Frank—Lisa's husband—protests. “That's pathetic, she bumps into you, and you let her just keep going?” “There's more, there's more, Frank let the man speak!” Lisa whacks Frank on the back of the head. “Keep going Petie” “As I was saying, we continued the night as usual, only with more eye contact than normal. Later I found out that the woman was staring at me every time I wasn't staring at her,” Pete looks over at his fiancée—Feliz—who is sitting next to him. “Anyway, so the night was over, or at least my shift was. I went home.” “Excuse me for interrupting,” a man in his mid-forties walks up to the group of friends. “I couldn't help but hear the beginning of your story sir, do you mind if I join you?” Pete looks at his fiancée, and then he looks at Frank, then at Lisa. “Ok, sure, why not? Pull up a chair.” The man does just that. “Ok, my shift was over, so I went back to my apartment. I was lying on my bed, thinking about the woman. And I got this idea for a book, my first book actually about this planet where—well, it doesn't really matter, it didn't really matter to the publishers either,” the 4 people that makes up his audience chuckle. “I know what ‘cha mean,” the newcomer says. “I thought of this great story, then boom!” Pete snaps. “I'm out cold. I must have worked really hard that night; I think that was the best night's sleep I've had in years! So the next day, I had the day off, because of my working the previous night. I figured that I should start working on the thing I was going to give to the publishers about my newest revelation. I was working on it for about an hour and a half when I decide that I need some fresh air. So, I go to the park a couple of blocks away form my apartment. I sit on a bench and bring out the forms again. I look up from the papers, you know to see if there's Click here to read the rest of this story (206 more lines)
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