Soundtrack: Won’t Stop – OneRepublic
Mario’s POV
I was just heading home from picking up mine and Rob’s groceries. I have to admit, even though we’re the heirs to Westchester Media Company, we’re not spoiled rich kids or anything. We still walk and ride cabs, and limos are just for special events. We still do our own cleaning and grocery shopping, and no maids allowed. Although that rule didn’t apply much to Rob, since he’s kinda the ‘bad boy’ in the family. Every young and attractive maid he brought home to clean his penthouse ended up sleeping with him for extra money. I smiled a bit to myself at my brother’s abnormality. He’s absolutely a walking cabinet of STDs (NOT that he has one, it’s just a figure of speech).
As I was walking in the cold but crowded pedestal of New York, a person caught my eye. She was wearing grey beanie, turtleneck sweater, tights and miniskirt. She looks really preppy and smart, and she was walking hurriedly. I guess I was too focused on staring at her that I wasn’t paying attention to where I was walking. We collided to each other, and I dropped almost all of the groceries. “Damn!” I thought to myself in my mind. “ OH MY GOD! I’m sorry, ‘I’m such a klutz! Here let me help you!” The beautiful lady spoke to me. I said, half jokingly “That’s okay, at least I didn’t buy eggs.” I picked up my things and put it back to the grocery bag, with her helping me. When I reached my hand to pick up the Campbell’s soup, she was going to pick it up too, since it was the last thing on the ground that belonged to me. Our hands touched, and I started to get these weird feelings, like warm, fuzzy and happy inside. My blood was racing faster, my heart is thumping loudly against my ribs, I had this weird adrenaline rush and my stomach flutters. I had to hold my breath just so I won’t scream in excitement. I saw her blush and quickly took her hand away. I held in my disappointment.
We stayed silent for a moment, and suddenly she broke it. “Um, so…sorry. For knocking you over…and all.” “I told you, it’s okay.” “No, it’s not okay, I caused you enough trouble. Let me at least buy you a make-up coffee.” She smiled. My knees start to shake. Damn, I don’t even know her and she had this marvelous effect on me. “No, no, I don’t wanna be a bother. You looked like you’re in a hurry, so thanks for the offer, but no, thanks.” Oh come on! Pleasee? Just a cup?” She smiled, and used her puppy dog eyes. I was surrendering, and I don’t even know it. “Well, okay. One drink won’t hurt, right?” “GREAT! Where to…?” She pointed to the Starbucks across the street. “How about there?” “Looks good to me, come on then.” We crossed the street and got into the Starbucks.
Once we got in, we walked to the register, while I was thinking to myself what to get in here. “Welcome to Starbucks, may I take your order?” Funny, that voice sounded familiar… I looked down from the menu and saw him. “Mario?” “Brandon! What are you doing here?” I put on my best fake smile. Just when my day started really well, the middle of it turned like crap now that I saw my retarded brother. “Oh come on bro, don’t be like that! You know, I can make you pay double for that coffee you’re gonna buy.” He grinned menacingly at me. Oh, how I hate being the youngest. “Yeah, sure, whatever. I’m gonna have the mocha latte, with the foam and caramel syrup.” “Sure thing. And what’s your lovely company here is gonna have?” Oh damn, I forgot her there for a second. “Oh! Um, yeah, what are you going to have?” “I’ll have the same as you.” “Oh, okay…” I turned to my brother again. “So, it’s 2 mocha latte, with extra caramel syrup. That will be $6.25.” I pulled out my wallet, but she was faster. “My treat, remember?” “But…” “No buts!” “Okay, okay, fine.” Man, she’s feisty and fiery! I love it : D
While we waited for our coffee, suddenly I remembered something. “Sorry, what’s your name? I think we haven’t introduced ourselves before.” She giggled and said, “It’s Mirella. Mirella Conrad.” “Oh, so you’re the designer that everyone’s talking about! I’m Mario Westchester.” She suddenly gasped and talked excitedly. “Oh my God, you’re Mario Westchester! My best friend works at your dad’s company branches, the Vogue magazine. Do you, by any chance, know her? Her name’s Corrie Wildflower.” “The fashion editor? Yeah, I’ve heard of her, but haven’t talked to her or anything. She’s Anna Wintour’s golden child, let me tell you that.” “REALLY?! Oh my gosh, that’s so awesome!”
After we got our coffee, we sat near the window in the corner sofa and just started talking. She was so easygoing, fiery, and fun to talk to. Sometimes I would just stare at her and give her compliments, and she would blush lightly, with a giggle. She’s just so amazing, wonderful, and cute. We were so caught up in talking; we didn’t realize that it was heavily snowing outside. “Hey, Mario, do you happen to know what time is it? My phone’s dead and I didn’t wear a watch.” I checked my watch. “10:45. Why?” “OH MY GOD! I have to go, I’m so sorry!” She got up and started gathering her things. “Wait, where are you going? Are you late for something?” “Yeah, actually I do, I was supposed to meet my best friend at 9. I’m so sorry, I really have to go now.” She hurriedly walked out of the coffee shop and into the snowy streets of Manhattan. “Wait! Mirella, wait!” But she was already gone, lost in a sea of people. “I haven’t got your number…” I sighed and walked inside the coffee shop, spent the rest of the afternoon sipping my coffee and staring outside the window. Mirella Conrad. I’ll never forget you, and somewhere deep inside, I know we’ll meet again.
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