"Are you going to kick me out of your shop?" She smirked at me, hints of teasing visible in her eyes.

"As long as you'll leave with me back to my flat." Right there and then, I swear I think I saw her strip my clothes off with just her eyes.

I woke up with my heart beating fast and my hair sticking to my face. This is not good.

I slumped back on my bed. "Did I just dream of her?" Grabbing a pillow, I forced it on my face, screaming on it in irritation. Ever since last night, I couldn't take my mind off that pixie-haired girl. It's frustrating at the same time I feel like I have to think of her.

What was going on with me? Why the sudden change of heart? A few months ago, I was perfectly sure I don't swing the other way. For Pete's sake, I cried when Edward and I broke up! But why did a certain girl that I accidentally bump into made me feel confused? For the minutes spent apologizing and talking, I had my mind set on her. Thank goodness, it's just the mind.

I took the pillow off my face and stared at the ceiling above me. The color of my ceiling resembles her skin. By the way that it was painted where it is so smooth, it resembles the fair skin of that pixie. Oh great! Even with the ceiling, I am thinking about her!

Beep.

Sitting up, I placed the pillow on my lap as I reached for the phone over the cabinet beside my bed. A message from Angie.

[You up? We can get coffee or brunch somewhere and work if you'd like.]

I glanced at the time and it's 9:37.

[Hi. Yeah, I'm up. Sure. See you-10:30; Pancake house?]

While waiting for her reply, I checked the notifications on my phone. 14 emails for work; 2 emails from my personal email; No messages.

Okaay. Emails later.

Beep.

[Sure! See ya.]

With a sigh, I got off of bed and into my closet, grabbing a new towel since I placed my used towel in the laundry bin ,which I will have to empty later on.

After my shower, which I really didn't enjoy that much because my mind was playing scenarios involving her, I wrapped my hair with the towel and wrapped my bathrobe around my body. It's made of cotton and is thick which makes it very comfortable. I glanced at the clock-9:42. Perfect. I called the number for the laundry to ask them to get mine. I dragged my laundry bin beside my door and as I wait, I started fixing my stuff on the living room. Not that messy but it's the least that I could do for my flat. 5 minutes later, there was a knock at the door and so I walked back towards my door and peeked at the peephole, seeing the lady who gathers and delivers my laundry.

I opened the door and pulled my laundry bin towards the opening of my door.

"Good morning, Ms. Swan!" She greeted me before gathering my clothes to the bag she held in her hand.

"Morning, Janna." I added with a smile.

"Any rush clothing, ma'am?"

I chuckled at her question. "Like your services are slow, Janna." She chuckled as well and finished placing my stuff on her bag which happens to have wheels under. She is fast.

"Will deliver it as soon as it's done, ma'am. " she ended it with a grin.

"Thank you and have a nice day!"

"You too, Ms. Swan!" She smiled before walking away, the bag in tow. I smiled and pulled my laundry bag inside and closed the door. Perhaps, I am over reacting and it's not really a bad morning.

After prepping myself up for around 10 minutes, I got out of the building, with my car of course, and went for the direction where Angela and I are going to meet up. The road's not that crowded and Pancake House is not really that far. I got there around 2 minutes past 10:30.

"You're late." Angela greeted me with a teasing tone in her voice and a grin.

"You're too punctual, Ms. Webber." I laughed and took a seat. "Chillax, it's just 2 minutes." I placed my laptop bag beside me while Angela called for the waitress.

"What are you getting, Swan?" She asked me without looking at me and rather looking at the menu given by the waitress.

"How many years have we known each other again, Webber? It's not like we don't go here like four times a month." I laughed and watched her shake her head with a smile on her lips.

"How would I know if you'd still like your usual red velvet pancake with two extra maple syrup and extra butter accompanied by a glass of white chocolate milkshake with extra whipped cream on top with caramel syrup?"

I grinned widely at her. "That's more like it."

We both laughed and at some point the waitress joined in with a soft chuckle.

"Anyway, you got that?" Angela asked the waitress and the waitress said a quick yes. "For me, I'd take the…hmm." I rolled my eyes at her before speaking. "This is why I don't like changing meals every time we eat somewhere. Takes up too much time."

"Hush, Swan. I'll take the Ham and Cheese French toast and a glass of Caramel latte." She said as she returned the menu to the waitress." Thank you." As soon as the waitress finished repeating our order, she excused herself.

"You complain too much, Swan. At least I have normal taste buds than you do. You have weird tastes." She laughed and I scoffed playfully at her.

"Hush, you complain too much, Webber." I grinned and she rolled her eyes at me.

"Work?"

"I'm sorry, are we in a hurry today? Can we please take like a 5 minute break to talk about other things before we disappear to our own worlds in our laptops?" I ended it with a laugh.

"Or we can wait after brunch."

"Much better!" We both laughed. "So, how's the Human and Resources Dept.?"

"You don't want to work yet you're kind of bringing it up." She smirked.

"It's what you call, trying to ask for any updates on your life?" I chuckled.

"Oh well, it's fine. Marketing dept.?"

"Please, I'm handling it, of course it's fine." I laughed jokingly. She knows me better, I don't brag. Well, maybe to other people. To her, it's just very normal.

"The confidence, Missy, is way off the roof!" We both laughed.

"You know it! How are things with your suitor, by the way?" This time, I smirked at her and leaned a bit forward with my arms crossed at the table.

"Ben? He's still around." I laughed at her. "What?"

"You sound like you're planning something that would end up with his life in danger." I continued to laugh. She merely shrugged then laughed. Sometimes I just cannot believe this woman. A little more bickering went on with both of us and soon the food was served.

"Hmmm….gah, I'm hungry." We both chuckled because I basically spoke for both of us. Just as I took my first bite, slightly moaning at the taste and was slicing the pancake for my second bite, I heard the door open followed by a "good morning, ma'am" from one of the staff. I glanced in that direction, basically where the cashier and all that jazz is, and as soon as I took my gaze away from that direction, I found myself snapping my attention back in that direction.

Just like the girl from the convenience store and the one that's been bothering my mind recently…

Short, black, spiky hair.

A/N: So who's the girl with short, black,and spiky hair? :D