Rejected Luna Love

Chapter 1 Freda’s pov I never intended to settle down in the town where I grew up, but urban life had never interested me either. I said my goodbyes to my loved ones, packed up my little jeep, and drove out. I'm leaving to open that tea shop I've dreamed of since I was a little girl and discover the meaning of life. My name is Freda, and I'm leaving a small, economically depressed town in Colorado in the hopes of finding greener pastures elsewhere. My mom is from the Big Apple, and my dad has always lived in different parts of Colorado. My pulse raced as I pulled onto the highway, knowing that at last I was making my way out of the state and closer to realizing my dream. I didn't have much, but I was determined to get what I wanted out of life. I'd saved up enough money and was in a somewhat good mental state. A dear friend of mine in New York City put down money on a building so that I could open a tea business there; he also furnished my apartment, so all that was missing was the motivation and excitement to get things going. I was excited but also very nervous because I didn't know much about the state or how people there would react. After two days, finally Harold met me at the flat, but he didn't stay long. After he showed me around and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving, I collapsed into bed and slept for the better part of the next day. The next morning, I showered and unpacked my belongings, and I looked around the studio apartment, which was tiny but all I could afford given that New York was expensive and I wasn't sure how well the tea business would perform. Even if things weren't great here, I knew my folks would help me out (they weren't wealthy). One day I came home to find a parcel on the table. "Freda, here's everything for your shop—some new teas I know you'd love, Harold." Harold was a good friend of mine, and he was traveling to London, so I was confident that he would send me more tea once he located some. He'd assist me in stocking the shop with additional varieties of tea. We've known each other since elementary school; he's always encouraged me to follow my dream of being a tea lady, and if it weren't for that, I probably would have joined him on his quest to become a globetrotter. I eagerly grabbed the package, anticipating the store's unveiling so that I could better plan my inventory needs. I worried about how much it would cost me, but I knew it would be well worth it in the long run. I wondered how many people in New York drank tea. Harold went for a little bit of a walk around and asked folks what they thought, and he said there were a lot of intriguing people in this area. I really hoped that he wasn't simply being polite. When I entered the store's address into the GPS, my stomach did a flip again, and I felt like a kid on Christmas morning. I was very curious to explore the inside of this building. It took me around twenty minutes to drive there, and although traffic was terrible, that was the best-case scenario. I couldn't help but sHarolder at all the honking and shouting. When I made my final turn, I noticed the peaceful road felt both comforting and melancholy. I was anticipating a packed bar. My stomach sank a little as I saw the vacant storefront, but I knew it was to be anticipated. As I got out of the car, I noticed a coffee shop, a bookstore, and a clothing store across the street. Okay, so now there was another coffee shop in town for me to contend with; this could go any way. I figured I would get to know some new people, and hopefully relations with the proprietors would remain cordial. I sighed, but that wasn't going to bring me down. The extra effort required was a source of incentive. Harold had warned me that adding more sugar would just attract bees more quickly, and I had to keep that in mind. I had to laugh at that. After gaining entry, I was astonished to see a wall lined with unopened boxes, but I was able to locate the lights quickly. Not knowing what to expect or even what Harold did while he was here helping me unpack my life in New York, I held my breath, but something made me feel optimistic. My grin was probably too wide. I walked over and opened a couple boxes to find a wide variety of teas within. "What? I uttered it aloud. "Harold? Seriously." So I got out my phone and gave him a call. Harold said with a chuckle, "Finally," on the phone. He thought to himself, "I thought you were going to sleep all day, sleeping beauty." To what extent did this set you back?", I remarked, taking out yet another container. I couldn't believe how much he'd purchased. I couldn't imagine how I could ever repay him; the amount of merchandise here was enough to supply my entire business. He said, "That is for me to know and for you to sell." You think I'm going to let you travel to a new city where I have no idea how you'll do it by yourself and be okay with it? Laughing, he said. I saw his eyes roll as I said, "I wanted to give you a warm welcome to your new life." We've been friends for a long time, so I should have anticipated this kind of behavior from him. It was like a farewell, yet he would be returning. But Harold, this is thousands of dollars' worth of merchandise," I remarked as I took stock of the situation. To which I said, "I don't know if I can repay you with this," before taking a big breath. To show my appreciation, here's a gift for you, Freda. Harold added, "I wouldn't have survived all the shite they gave me for being me if it weren't for our friendship." Once I set down permanent roots in London, expect more and more attention from me. Get your shop ready; I anticipate hearing a lot of updates on your progress. You should also start dating shortly. Before you turn 21, you should probably lose your virginity, he joked. I wasn't searching for a relationship, and he knew it, so he left. At home, I was pretty much on my own apart from him, and that was terrible. I really disliked not having a boyfriend and missing out on the love a man should provide. Laughing, I said, "No." I rolled my eyes and replied, "I am not going to date; I did not get into high school, and I do not have plans to do anything like that soon." To paraphrase: "I love you, Harold; call me when you land." I told her, "Don't worry, I will," and then I hung up the phone. Harold's use of cash to purchase all these items was saving me a ton of money, but I knew it would take a lot of effort. Knowing how hard he worked to bring my shop to life, I was worried I wouldn't be able to live up to his expectations. On the plus side, he trusts my business and me. I anticipated that he would take pleasure in my accomplishments. I was curious as to whether or not the coffee shop across the street was crowded. As I approached the shop front, I noticed that they, like the bookstore next door, were extremely busy. Now that I had the boxes, all I had to do was decide where to put the contents. I had to stick to the season since autumn was approaching, and I loved autumn. I had to find complementing pieces. It would be fantastic, but I would have to go shopping for the decorations as the very last thing on the list. Knowing that others might not share my taste in music, books, and movies, I chose to stock the front of the store with seasonal items and the back with the things I actually appreciate. The shop was adorable, and I had no doubt that I could turn it into a successful enterprise for both myself and my customers. The eventual outcome brought a grin to my face. I knew I'd be fatigued by the end of the day since I had so much to do, but I was confident in the final product. Gerald’s pov When I look out the window, I see a woman who must be the store's new owner. I saw a man who had been talking to the realtor a few weeks ago, and he was there yesterday, bringing in a lot of merchandise. What are you doing, Gerald? Micah walked over to the window and took a seat next to me. "Ah, another business to compete with," he snarled. However, "She has a nice body." As I rolled my eyes and murmured, "Yeah, another one out of your league," she heard me say. You said there was "something unique" about herr one out of your league," she heard me say. You said there was "something unique" about her. I walked away from the window and remarked, "Besides, you have a mate." He encouraged me, "And you don't, so why don't you go and introduce yourself? Hell, she might even be yours." Before she has men lined up around the block for her, you should make your move while you can, because otherwise someone else will make you look silly. It's too late for me to find a life partner. With a snarl, I said, "I don't want one now." I took a seat at my desk. The detective replied, "Besides, we have issues to work out, Detective Marks, if you've already forgotten." Micah rolled his eyes and muttered, "Vampires are the least of my worries; last time I checked, he was fishing for nothing. "What else is he going to do, anyway?""