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~Chapter 2~


Sally ate her lunch quietly. While Paula kept rambling on and on about this new guy to a disinterested Michael.

" Your food is getting cold" he said; obviously tired of her whining.

"That's not the issue Michael, you better talk to your friend" she said, pointing to Sally (who kept rolling her eyes); cos she has deliberately refused to listen to me.


Somewhere at the corner of the cafe


He yawned and closed the magazine he was holding. He had been sitting for hours and he could see from where he sat, far right from his object of interest, that it was impossible to meet one her alone; not with that talkative of a girl and that clingy boy next to her.
Also, he was tired of waiting as the music playing on the background now made him drowsy. He needed to go home. But first, he must accomplish his mission.


"Speak of the devil!" Paula remarked looking over her shoulders at the figure approaching, now some inches away.

He pretended not to notice the two pairs of raised eyebrows, staring at him, but focused on the smiling eyes of the girl in the middle.

"Hi ladies" he said with his best smile.

Hi, one responded.

"Chairman, well done" he extended his hand as the other guy shook him firmly but casually.
"Well done" he replied.


He pulled back the fourth chair and sat down. He was sitting next to Paula (on the left) and Michael (on the right) but was facing sally directly.
Ignoring the malicious eyes glaring at him (to his left);
"I'm Charles" he went on to say. "And you art?"

"Me?" Asked Sally.

"Yes, you all".

" I'm Salome, but my friends call me...

"Gosh!" Paula interrupted, then stood up noisily, murmured something before hissing loudly as she left the cafe.

..Sally, you can call me Sally " she continued, unperturbed.

"And this is Michael." She continued, completely ignoring the stony look Michael threw at her.

"So, if I'm not mistaken, we are course mates right?" Charles asked, making it sound more like a statement.

"Yeah sure, we're course mates".

" hm hm" Michael cleared his throat before
standing up. "If you'll both excuse me, I need to use the rest room".

" OK " Sally responded. She knew he won't be back but was rather glad.


They continued discussing, with Sally laughing and smiling so sheepishly that one might conclude she was flirting with him.


From the window he stood watching them, he saw Sally collect the strangers' phone, punched something like figures and handed it back to him smiling. He frozed.

"No Michael, she didn't just do that. Did she?" He spoke to himself.