(Joanne's POV)
Walking along the streets of New York can always be a hassle. Running into people, and getting knocked around is normal. I was so frustrated with my job. My clients were whining as usual, and the paperwork was just rapidly pulling up on my desk. I was carrying my briefcase, and a bunch of files clenched tightly to my chest as I walked fast. People who saw me probably thought I was powerwalking. Little did I know that my life would soon change forever…
(Maureen's POV)
"mark..mark..mark..what an ass hole" I kept saying to myself as she walked down the street. "why would he overreact like that. I was just being friendly" I looked through the thick maze of people hurrying to their jobs. I mean what he thinks I'm going to do all day while he's off helping Roger with withdrawal, and filming. This diva's got to have fun sometimes…
(Joanne's POV)
Silently I walked along muttering "pardon me" and "excuse me" to the hundreds of people who threatened to knock me over as I walked. I looked to the right, and saw a display of Doc Martens. I stopped in my path, and was completely in love with a pair of the shoes. The two seconds that I had stopped was all it took for someone to knock the files out of my hands.
"Damn it" I muttered to myself as I scooted down to pick up the files not even bothering to see who knocked them out of my grasp. Soon I notice another person's hands helping me pick them up. She hands them to me, and I look at her face. I was immediately stunned by her beauty.
"Sorry" she said to me.
I was literally at a loss for words, and she started to walk away. Before I could stop myself I shouted "Wait!" reluctantly I reached for her arm to stop her.
(Maureen's POV)
As I was walking I looked down at the front of my body. I loved my leather pants that I was wearing it showed off my curves. Whenever anyone saw me in them they ended up completely drolling over me, and I loved it. I had to admit. Mark was just jealous of all the guys flirting with me. I just harmlessly flirted back. I just can't believe Mark kicked me out of the loft. He'll cave soon, and I'll be back in his arms in no time.
Right as I was looking up I felt a sudden impact against my right shoulder. Startled I looked to see what I had hit. I just saw the top of a curly, black haired girl's head, and her picking up the scattered papers. I wanted to just leave and continue walking, but I felt guilty. Which might I add rarely happens. I reach down, and start collecting all the papers, and hand them to her. Not even bother to look at her. I stand back up, and she soon reaches her feet. For the first time I see this woman. She is African American with the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. I feel as if they go right through me revealing my soul to her. A tingle goes up my spine, and I mutter "sorry".
I start to walk away reluctantly, and I feel her grab my arm..
SHALL I CONTINUE?