The door opened abruptly, catching him off guard. Although she must have just gotten home from work she had already changed into sweats and pulled her long brown hair back in a ponytail. Amanda had always joked that the reason she had gotten a Theatre degree was so that she could wear stretch pants to work and not look out of place. As The Daily Planet’s Drama critic she did have to prescribe to the employee dress code, but that didn’t stop her from changing the minute she got home.
So, Amanda works at the Planet. Does Jon work there as well? Or do they know each other because of mommy and daddy?
“No spandex,” I replied, “but I did get coffee spilled all over my favorite blazer today. This complete idiot bumped into me on the street and knocked my coffee cup right out of my hand.” Jor stiffened, and I could see a red blush crawling up his neck. Oh, he was so busted.
“This complete idiot”... I was laughing hard when I read that, she is so funny.
“R-really?” he asked nervously, keeping his head and neck suspiciously rigid.
“Yeah, but it wasn’t all that bad. The guy was really cute,” I drawled. “I might try looking him up and asking him out on a date sometime. That is, if things don’t work out between us.” Jor whirled around and gave me such a deer-in-the-headlights look that I couldn’t hold out any longer. I grabbed a nearby throw pillow and chucked it at his head. “You brat!” I exclaimed. “It was you! You were following me!”
I could find him with this picture. The face recognition software I had access to through my contacts would come up with maybe a dozen matches and based on what little trivia I knew I could find out who he was. But I wouldn’t. I had promised him I would wait. Walking over to my fireplace, I picked up the lighter and flicked it on; flames spurted up onto the paper and devoured his face. I tossed the picture into the hearth and watched it evaporate into ash. I would wait.
I knew she would, that’s why I like her!
