Ch.2- Alias, Stella
Xander lie on the bed and looked the picture of Isabella. How he would run into her, or get to know her, he didn't know. All he knew was she was the key to getting back home. After analyzing the photo for a few more moments, he gave in and shut his eyes, falling asleep. It seemed like only a few moments after he fell asleep, he was being woken up. He looked at the clock…5:15 in the morning. He had gotten a full night sleep, though it didn't feel that way
"Xander" said Torelli on the other side of the door
"Yeah, Yeah" said Xander rolling over and shutting his eyes again
"You must go meet Isabella," said Torelli. Xander jumped up, opening the door.
"How?" he asked, moving aside to let Torelli in
"I will drop you off about a block before her house. You decide how to get talking to her. I warn you, she isn't prone to strangers." Said Torelli
"That's it, I mean she knows you. You can't introduce me?" asked Xander
"No, No, that's not my job. That is your job," said Torelli
"Yeah, thanks for the help Mr. Godfather," said Xander mocking Torelli's accent
"Get ready, she will be leaving soon," said Torelli, ignoring Xander's comment. Xander just walked out without changing anything he was wearing. Torelli followed and they both headed to his car.
"There she is. Good luck talking to her my friend," said Torelli. The way he made references to talking to Isabella made it seem like some hard task. Once Xander met her, talking shouldn't be a problem, he thought. Xander nodded and got out of the car. He walked a few paces behind Isabella. Even so, he could smell her perfume. The very essence of her presence traveled before and behind her. She walked through a few stands, holding a basket, picking up fruit, and bread feeling for the best one. She would pay for a few pieces here and there. Xander looked around from stand to stand, trying to follow her. She stopped at one stand and put down her basket. Here was his chance. He walked over to the stand, and purposely brushed up against the basket, knocking it over. The contents hit the ground. Some rolled away.
"Jees I'm sorry," said Xander picking up the basket
"Uh huh, it's quit alright," she said, not even making eye contact. She grabbed the few apples that rolled away. She said the line without forgiveness or emotion. If she had, her accent blocked it.
"No really, it was my fault. Look the peaches are bruised now," said Xander
"It's fine. I have more at home any way," said Isabella
"Can I at least buy you some more?" asked Xander
"No, No." said Isabella
"Can I ask your name at least?" asked Xander
"Yes, its um. Stella," she said. Xander tried not to make it obvious that he knew he name was not Stella.
"Well Stella, I'm Xander. Nice to meet you, see that wasn't so bad," said Xander. Not even a smile cracked onto Isabella's gloomy face.
"Excuse me, please" said Isabella walking past him in a hurry.
"Well that went well," said Xander, to himself.
"I admire your trying," said a young girl, around Isabella's age.
"Excuse me?" asked Xander.
"I admire your trying. You aren't going to get anywhere with her," she replied.
"And you are?" asked Xander.
"Juliana. You American men…chase after us, like your going to get something," she said smugly.
"What are you talking about?" asked Xander.
"Everyday, I see some American man, or even a local chase after poor Bella," said Juliana.
"She said her name was Stella," said Xander, again showing he didn't know her real name.
"Yea, that's what it is today. Tomorrow it'll be something else," said Juliana.
"Yea thanks for the help, who asked you anyway?" asked Xander.
"Oh, So touchy. I'm just trying to warn you. Don't try again tomorrow." Said Juliana.
"Yeah, I'll definitely listen to you," said Xander.
"Okay dear, its your grave your digging," Juliana. When she looked up, Xander was already gone.
Xander lie on the bed and looked the picture of Isabella. How he would run into her, or get to know her, he didn't know. All he knew was she was the key to getting back home. After analyzing the photo for a few more moments, he gave in and shut his eyes, falling asleep. It seemed like only a few moments after he fell asleep, he was being woken up. He looked at the clock…5:15 in the morning. He had gotten a full night sleep, though it didn't feel that way
"Xander" said Torelli on the other side of the door
"Yeah, Yeah" said Xander rolling over and shutting his eyes again
"You must go meet Isabella," said Torelli. Xander jumped up, opening the door.
"How?" he asked, moving aside to let Torelli in
"I will drop you off about a block before her house. You decide how to get talking to her. I warn you, she isn't prone to strangers." Said Torelli
"That's it, I mean she knows you. You can't introduce me?" asked Xander
"No, No, that's not my job. That is your job," said Torelli
"Yeah, thanks for the help Mr. Godfather," said Xander mocking Torelli's accent
"Get ready, she will be leaving soon," said Torelli, ignoring Xander's comment. Xander just walked out without changing anything he was wearing. Torelli followed and they both headed to his car.
"There she is. Good luck talking to her my friend," said Torelli. The way he made references to talking to Isabella made it seem like some hard task. Once Xander met her, talking shouldn't be a problem, he thought. Xander nodded and got out of the car. He walked a few paces behind Isabella. Even so, he could smell her perfume. The very essence of her presence traveled before and behind her. She walked through a few stands, holding a basket, picking up fruit, and bread feeling for the best one. She would pay for a few pieces here and there. Xander looked around from stand to stand, trying to follow her. She stopped at one stand and put down her basket. Here was his chance. He walked over to the stand, and purposely brushed up against the basket, knocking it over. The contents hit the ground. Some rolled away.
"Jees I'm sorry," said Xander picking up the basket
"Uh huh, it's quit alright," she said, not even making eye contact. She grabbed the few apples that rolled away. She said the line without forgiveness or emotion. If she had, her accent blocked it.
"No really, it was my fault. Look the peaches are bruised now," said Xander
"It's fine. I have more at home any way," said Isabella
"Can I at least buy you some more?" asked Xander
"No, No." said Isabella
"Can I ask your name at least?" asked Xander
"Yes, its um. Stella," she said. Xander tried not to make it obvious that he knew he name was not Stella.
"Well Stella, I'm Xander. Nice to meet you, see that wasn't so bad," said Xander. Not even a smile cracked onto Isabella's gloomy face.
"Excuse me, please" said Isabella walking past him in a hurry.
"Well that went well," said Xander, to himself.
"I admire your trying," said a young girl, around Isabella's age.
"Excuse me?" asked Xander.
"I admire your trying. You aren't going to get anywhere with her," she replied.
"And you are?" asked Xander.
"Juliana. You American men…chase after us, like your going to get something," she said smugly.
"What are you talking about?" asked Xander.
"Everyday, I see some American man, or even a local chase after poor Bella," said Juliana.
"She said her name was Stella," said Xander, again showing he didn't know her real name.
"Yea, that's what it is today. Tomorrow it'll be something else," said Juliana.
"Yea thanks for the help, who asked you anyway?" asked Xander.
"Oh, So touchy. I'm just trying to warn you. Don't try again tomorrow." Said Juliana.
"Yeah, I'll definitely listen to you," said Xander.
"Okay dear, its your grave your digging," Juliana. When she looked up, Xander was already gone.
