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DAY 6: INTRIGUE, Chapter 1: Post #006

8 Sep

How did I just let an enticing man like that go? I’ve always had a weakness for foreign men. My overseas boyfriend Franco lived in the Philippines. I was going to see him during winter break.

But Adam was a gentleman. Whenever he opened a door, he’d let the ladies go through first. Not arrogant like those frat boys. He always said “Good morning, please and thank you to everyone.” Even if other students were rude, stressed out or hung over.

DAY 5: INTRIGUE, Chapter 1: Post #005

1 Sep

I needed to walk home before it was dark. The neighborhoods around USC weren’t very safe, especially after sunset. As I was leaving the campus, I heard footsteps running up behind me. I turned around and saw Adam.

“You should take the tram instead of walking. I’ll walk you home.” He grinned ear to ear.

“That’s okay. I only live three blocks away.” I kept walking.

“One step outside this campus and you’re in the South Central war zone.”

“You’re right.”I stopped walking. “I live at Troy Hall. Is that too far for you?”

“Not at all. Let’s get you home safely.”

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The next day in King Hall, Adam and I worked together again; doing the same monotonous thing.

Checking students in.

Checking students out.

Charging them for their printouts. A Greek fake-bake complete with fake blond hair caused a commotion  because I charged her $2.00 for printouts that she screwed up. I wanted to tell her to hire a tutor, but I kept my mouth shut instead.

When would this shift end?  I wanted to get out of this fluorescent lit, refrigerated office. I should have brought a sweater and mittens.

Finally 4:00 o’clock arrived.

Adam and I left together. We headed towards the tram stop.

While we were waiting, He casually said, “Would you like to go out to dinner and see a movie this weekend?”

God, Adam was handsome. But I still had my heart set on Franco. He was the ladies’ man I wanted but couldn’t have.

“I’m sorry Adam, but I already have a boyfriend,” I lied.

He flinched, but recovered quickly “That’s okay. Maybe another time.”

“Yeah. Okay” was all I could manage.

“See you around.” He turned on his heel and walked away.

DAY 4: INTRIGUE, Chapter 1: Post #004

29 Aug

That afternoon, I reported to work at King Hall Computer Center. When I walked in, my eyes riveted on a muscular, bronzed Arab who stood behind the check out counter. This lean, long legged god possessed a sharp, straight nose and a tight ass.

Three eager coeds were chatting with him in French. His golden complexion and mop of glorious black curls brought out his angelic brown eyes. “Where did you come from?” I said under my breath.

During the lulls, Mr. Stud asked me questions like: Do you play tennis? Do you normally work at the King Hall? And, do you like the Pet Shop Boys?

I answered his questions with: Yes, but I suck at it. Actually, I usually work at Taper Hall. And, yes I like the Pet Shop Boys.

When we finished our shift for the day, we walked outside together. A crisp breeze brushed against my face lifting my bowlish blond hair up into the air. He was definitely of Arabic decent. What country he was from?

As we passed by the student fitness club he said, “I know you from somewhere.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. Where did I meet you?” He inquired.

My mind raced. I didn’t remember meeting him unless I danced with him at a disco or met him at a party. I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know.” I hoped that I had not done something foolish in the past and forgotten about it.

He said, “My name is Adam.”

“Hi Adam, I’m Stevie.”

“Your parents actually named you Stevie?”

Not funny, I thought. “No. My real name is Stephanie. But Stephanie is too stuffy. I prefer Stevie.” I point to myself. “Stevie’s more adventurous.”

“Adventurous. Wow. I thought maybe you were in show biz.”

“Yeah. Thanks.” We stopped walking. “How long have you been at USC?” I asked.

“Too long,” he replied.

This was becoming awkward. I looked down at my watch. “Well Adam, I gotta run. Nice working with you today.”

He replied, “You too.”

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