MISS ME, SASSY?
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A few days has passed since the last time I meet the strange rockstar that my fellow girl adores so much. Beside from his excellent voice in singing and plus minus a good lyrics from his song, I actually do not find him interesting at all.
Opposite to what I am thinking, Gwyneth keeps telling me that he repeatedly asking about my well-being and myself. Yes, as if I would believe that craps.
"A delivery for Anastasia." A voice startle me.
"Stacy?" Gwyneth in front of me asked the delivery boy again for confirmation.
"Yes, madam"
Gwyneth looks at me for a second while I pretending to not hear anything that happened in front of me.
"Here, Miss Anastasia. A sweet delivery, just for you." She says mockingly while handing the big bouquet of yellow and white roses to me. The delivery boy is long gone through the glass door.
"I heard him, you know."
"Then, stop pretending. And shoo, you are disturbing my busy schedule Miss." She replies, waving her hand left and right.
"Watch out, I am your boss." I reply while jokingly pointing my forefinger.
Gwyneth just laughs before she dismisses herself behind her reception desk. I stood there for a second ignoring the knowing look from Gwyneth before I decided to walk into my office.
'Miss me, Sassy?'
That was on the card.
Sassy?
When in the world that I am being sassy? Is it Derek? But he already knows I am not sassy at all. Cross that. I maybe look sassy and arrogant to anyone I don’t know about.
Oh wait!
"Gwyneth.." I bit my lips as my fingers quickly push the red button on the office phone.
"Come into my room." I say, very short but I know she knows what I mean.
"I am busy." She replies.
"Now." I say, trying to sound pretty strict though I am far from behaving that way.
"No, I won’t. haha." And that’s it. I can’t reach her anymore.
I am about to walk out of my room before I hear a beep on my phone. I take a very deep breath to calm down my nerve and sit down slowly. It is a message from an unknown number. It is a private number to top on that.
unknown : hey
My eyebrows quickly furrow.
Me : who th r u?
unknown : idk. how abt u find it out for me.
Me : I am busy.
unknown : I knw u r not.
Uh oh. I know who you are.
Me : heck. I think I already knw who u r.
unknown : already?
Me : whtever. u still owe me a logical appologize.
unknown : I know.
Me : then?
unknown : ive sent an appologize flowers.
Me : probably it is not enough.
unknown : fine. wanna meet?
Me : y?
unknown : bcs I owe u an apology.
Me : ttyl
unknown : ttyl?
***
" Stacy, why didn't you come down to the cafe? I've waited for you for like half an hour. It's my lunch hour for god sake." Gwyneth comes barging into my office bombarding with those silly question.
"I am tired. I got work to do. I can have my lunch later." I reply carelessly, my eyes were still on the monitor.
Slumping both her shoulders, I can see she is releasing her panting breath probably because of the running and quick walk into my room.
"Fine then. I am sorry. Make sure to have your lunch, girl." She speaks and put a cup of cold beverage onto my table.
"Thanks, Gee." I say winking my eyes and quickly take a sip of the refreshing cold drinks.
"It's okay, boss." She smiles and just like that she walks out of my room.
Of course I can't help it when a few hours later my stomach grumbling a heavy metal concert. My mind couldn't even focus when my stomach begging for food and I have to surrender my work for a while.
Walking down the hallway to the elevator, I can see from the corner of my eyes that Gwyneth is so busy with her work scatters around her desk. Another itinerary for another visit, I guessed.
"So, our boss finally hungry." A familiar voice but yet quite distant greets my poor hearing and I quickly snap toward the source of the voice.
There, there, sitting comfortably on one of the chair is the well-known lonely singer, Mr. Alex Whatsoever.
Ignoring his ‘nice’ remarks, I continue to order my snacks and my favorite cold drinks and waited for them to be done in front of the counter. It is almost 4 in the evening and the café are far from crowds.
"It's already been paid, miss." The cashier declines my when I give her my card to pay for the beverages.
"What?" I speak as the cashier took a glance behind. My eyes grow wider while searching for the payee.
Ugh. I do not come down for this. I just need some snacks and I will be gone up the building again and finish my work until the time to clock out. I am really in need of some fresh air.
"You are welcome." Again I am being disturbed as soon as sat on one of the chair.
Ignoring him by walking past him to my favorite booth is not enough. The outside booth is actually refreshing as compared to the one inside, but with this jerk polluting my surrounding I am getting sticky.
I roll my eyes and continue munching on my stuffed doughnuts.
"Well, at least I should get a little gratitude." Again, he tries to get my attention.
If it isn’t for he is a famous rockstar and his bodyguards or personal assistant maybe wandering around us, observing our behavior from afar, I would really fuming up and throw those tasty doughnuts on his face. But I am still a woman, a lady of wise decision, and will not make any act that I would regret.
I am staying low-key.
I try to calm my nerve by slowly closing my eyes before I decide on throwing a smallremarks that I shall regret afterwards.
"You know you look sexy by just doing that." This time it sounds so close.
What?
As I open my eyes to really throwing him my part, unfortunately my eyes catch the unwanted view that I really do not want to see. He is finally sitting in front of me, for goodness sake. I really do not intend to say this but, as well as his smile that he flashed to me the other day, today he looks quite outstanding with his black cap and a big black sunglasses, and of course an oversized baggy shirt. I must admit, it is kind of a good camouflage.
"Don't you have anything to do, huh? A concert or an interview or anything as long as you gets your ass away from here?" I finally open my mouth and ask him.
"I do. I have this dating thing I need to do." He replies.
"Sure. Should I know who it is?" I said sipping in my drinks. To say that I wanted to know his answer probably is an understatement, but who cares?
"With you."
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