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Charlotte Webber, 26
Matt Polster, 29
::disclaimer::
all characters in this story are fictitous.
any resemblance to anyone in real life
is purely coincidental.
you have to read it from the bottom up
(this means from the first post to the most recent).
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Saturday, January 15, 2005
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As Matt was packing up his easel after the last satisfied customer at the park, he received a call. "Great, a job for the night! I should be able to have a good supper today," he said to himself. It was Eva, an art collector.
"Matt, I need you here rather urgently. I'll pay you double the amount you charge for last minute jobs," Eva said, her voice sounded rather urgent, "I just need you here right now."
"Eva... I" Matt hesistated but Eva was his regular pay roll and he needed to get there. Finally he gave in, "Alright Eva. I'll be there in five minutes," he smiled and hung up the phone. At the thought of having a nice supper later in the night, he packed his tools up quickly before he sped through the evening crowd towards his scooter.
Charlotte was wandering through the city, just taking in the new environment she was in. It sure didn't feel like what she was used to back in the country. Well, a change might be good for her. She tucked her hands in her pocket and closed her eyes to feel the summer breeze blowing gently on her face.
Suddenly, she felt a high impact push and she opened her eyes in time to see someone falling on top of her. "Hey!" she screamed! "Watch where you’re going!" Charlotte pushed the person off and stood up in a jiffy. She dusted herself and checked if she had crumpled her new summer outfit.
"I'm... I'm so sorry... " the person said. Everything was strewn on the floor and he was trying to pick them up. Charlotte felt bad and helped him to get everything in order again. "With so many tools, you should have been more careful. You could have hurt someone," Charlotte chided gently and placed her hands in her pocket.
The person looked up and the first thing that caught Charlotte was his hazel eyes. They were so enchanting in a good way.
Suddenly, there was a funny feeling going through Charlotte's body and she never knew this could happen to her again... not after since what happened to her and well, him.
"I know... I was in a rush. I'm sorry. Are you hurt, miss?" Matt asked. Charlotte shook her head and smiled. He extended his hand and said, "Hi. I haven't seen you around the park before. I'm Matt Polster. Resident park artist for both adults and kids. You are?"
As Charlotte drew her hand from her right pocket, there was a soft tinkle... like something dropped on the floor. She gasped and frantically looked down at the ground to see if it dropped nearby.
Matt was puzzled and bent down along with her. "Did you lose something? What is it? I could try to help you find it..."By this time, Charlotte was panicking, "It can't be lost! Where is it? Oh gosh..." She scanned every inch of the ground and finally found it about a few feet from where they were.
Charlotte immediately rushed to pick it up and dust it off. She was so relived the pendant was alright. "Ah you found it!" Matt said, "It must be really important to you." Charlotte tucked the pendant away in her pocket and turned back to Matt.
"What is it that is so important anyway? You sure look flustered when you dropped it," Matt asked as he ruffled his hair. Charlotte frowned, "It's something personal and not really much of your business. You should be asking yourself better questions like how is it that someone at your age not able to walk properly at a park!"
Matt was appalled. For once a girl was insulting him even before he could get her name and she was being ridiculous about the entire matter! She sure was a feisty but interesting girl. "Me? You were the one walking with your eyes closed!" Matt barked back, his ego spoke before logic set in.
Charlotte's mouth dropped open. Clearly she felt that Matt's behaviour was inexcusable. "Just go away! I wish I don't have to see you ever again!" she growled before storming away.
Matt rolled his eyes and let out a sarcastic grumble, "The feeling is mutual! To think I was so nice to you..." As he turned to walk away, Charlotte felt so insulted and turned herself midway to shout back at him. "You had to because you felt guilty. Obviously you're not a gentleman by nature!"
Without looking back, Matt placed his hand up, causing Charlotte to stop talking. "Whatever you say, lady. Gentlemen don't retort with such common folk. Bye!" Matt rolled his eyes and picked up his stuff.
and the story continues
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