A/N: So this should be the second chapter. I hope I'm not doing too bad. Hope you'll enjoy it :)

3 days after

Naomi's POV

I couldn't sleep, I couldn't work properly and I couldn't do anything without having my mind off of her. I don't really know if she magically jinxed me or if she keeps me under her spell. I don't know. Either way I can't do anything properly without thinking about that card she gave me. I still have it of fucking course why wouldn't I. I keep thinking about going there but I can't pluck up the courage to actually go there. I wouldn't know what to say or what to do. I try to imagine the conversation we would have or at least the things I'd say. But I fail every time and still don't know what I'd tell her. But on the other hand, I feel the urge to find out what her name is, what she likes. I want to know everything about her. I need to do this. I need to go there and talk to here because I just can't go on like this. Not anymore.

It's Monday and I am not working tonight so I'll do it. I'll go there and tell her everything. How beautiful she is, how inexplicably crazy she made me feel. Wait a second. I don't even fucking know if she's even gay. What if she'll laugh straight into my face and I'll humiliate myself like a fucking idiot? I know I have to do this but on the other hand I am kind of scared.

After a few hours of convincing myself I pick up the card from the table and go towards my car. Well, not mine but, you know what I mean. I am so nervous I can't even hold the steering wheel properly. My hands are shaking, my whole body is shaking. I'll be there in about 20 minutes. I park my car and then when I look at the house I am really impressed. She must be really rich because this looks really big. I still am not sure if I should do this or not. So I am just kind of standing there for about 5 minutes. I almost decide to give up when I sit back into my car. But I know I have to do this. I didn't drive this fucking distance for nothing, did I? So I get out of the car again and go straight towards the door. I hesitate for a second but then I ring the bell and wait for some reaction.

Nothing happened so I turn around, wanting to go but in that moment the door opened. I turn around again and there she is, in all her glory.

"Hey." That is the only thing I manage to say at that moment and I am quite happy that I actually am still able to say something.

"Hi." She looks at me, questioning my every move.

"I just that the card and the other night you were and I just wanted to..." What the fuck am I saying?! Naomi, get your fucking shit together for once please. A knew I was going to make a complete idiot out of myself. She doesn't say anything just smiles and disappears in her house, leaving the door opened. I come in and wow it was so big, just like I thought it would be. You could smell the luxury in the air. I come to the living room which I am not completely sure is a living room because well, there is so many rooms and so many of them look similar. She was there sitting on a very expensive looking sofa.

"Sit down." She tells me and I sit next to her. We have a space between us, of course. I don't even know her.

"So Naomi, what made you come here?" She asks me and I am shocked. How does she know my name?

"How do you know my name?" I ask, watching her and waiting for the answer I was so curious about.

"The label you had on your T-shirt." She moves her gaze where my taxi label would have been.

"Oh, right." I am still really nervous and not really able to talk sensibly.

"So what made you come here?" She asks again. Should I tell her everything or should I not? I am quite confused and nervous and I just can't even reply something that actually makes sense and she wants me to say why I came. What do I do?

"You know, I just kind of..."

"Come on, you can tell me. I won't bite I promise." She interrupts my speech and I am just sitting there, not really sure if I should even move. But then I just pluck up all my courage and voilà.

"To be perfectly honest and humiliated I'll just tell you that I think you're absolutely gorgeous and I just wanted to see you again, that's all." Please don't laugh don't laugh. Okay great she only smiles.

"Well thanks, I get that a lot." Wow, isn't she just confident. I've just basically told her that I like her and this is what I get? Maybe she isn't that great like I imagined her in my dreams. Maybe she isn't gay at all and maybe she doesn't even want me to be here. Well she probably does since she let me in.

"I'm not surprised. I bet you even kill people with your confidence. Oh, did I say it out loud? Sorry." I say with my completely straight face. I didn't mean to be that harsh. She didn't even do anything but I just lost it. I thought she was going to be glad that I even showed up. I thought wrong but it felt right. I've never felt more disappointed in my whole life than I did in that moment. I stand up, say goodbye and go towards the door when she whispers "don't go". I stop and turn around.

"What?"

"Don't go, please. I just... I'm not like that. I'm not that confident it's just a part of my job and I kind of got used to it. I'm sorry." She really looks like she's sorry. Maybe too much. She looks like a little lost puppy that just lost his bone. I don't know what to reply.

"Sit down, please." She looks at me and motions at the spot where I was sitting just a few moments ago. So I come back and sit again. I don't know why but it feels like we're closer this time. There's no space between us and I sure as hell can hear and feel her breathing as our shoulders are slightly touching.

"I don't even know what your name is." I realize that I don't even know her name. How can she feel so familiar if I don't even know her fucking name.

"I'm Emily. And by the way you're beautiful, too." Did I just hear right? Does it mean that there's a chance? Because if that means that I have chance I better will fucking take it. She smiles but looks away. I don't know if she does it often that she just looks on her hands and smiles. She was doing it all the time in the cab so I suppose it's just one of her habits or something like that.

"Thank you." I lean closer so our faces are just millimetres away. I swear we would have kissed if something or particularly somebody wouldn't have disturbed us.

"Hey honey, sorry I'm late. How was your day?" Oh my god. I am just about to kiss her and she doesn't even mention that she has a fucking boyfriend? Who the fuck does she think she is. He's attractive. I can't compete with him. I just can't.

"Pretty good so far, how was yours?" He goes towards her and kisses her forehead. I am practically bursting out of jealousy. I don't really have a reason to be jealous so why the fuck am I? I feel totally left out of everything.

"Good. Really fucking great actually. Remember when I told you about the campaign we had going on? We finally did it. We have all the sponsors we need to make it real." I already don't like him. He looks like one of those fake models. Perfect body, perfect hair, perfect everything. Maybe I should just go and let them alone. I stood up.

"I'll go, see you maybe." She looks at me and she actually looks like she is just about to say something but she doesn't. She doesn't say a word. I am just walking through the door when I hear her saying something.

"See you definitely." She looks behind herself, making sure that her boyfriend isn't looking and then places a sweet kiss on my forehead. One of my best kisses and it didn't even last more than two seconds. What's wrong with me?

I've drowned in questions ever since. What does it all mean? She seemed like she actually liked me and then her boyfriend ruined everything. Or did I get the wrong impression? I need answers. The only contact I have is her home address and I don't really want to go there. I don't want to bump into her super 'sexy' boyfriend and I most definitely don't want to talk to him. I don't know what to do. For the first time in my life, I am lost. Brave and confident Naomi is lost. Since when do I get lost so easily? Since Emily. I hardly know her and she still has an absolute power over me. So I decided to call Thomas. When he came over, we were just watching television and drinking beers, not really talking so he broke up the silence. Someone had to.

"What's wrong, Naoms?" He asked me, still watching television.

"I met this girl and..." What am I supposed to say? I met this stranger and I really like her maybe I like her too much and she acts like she likes me, too, but you wouldn't have guess that she has a boyfriend! A fucking boyfriend! With a fucking dick!

"Yeah I already figured out that one. So?"

"She's gorgeous and charming and beautiful and she already has somebody." I feel like a teenager all over again, going crazy over a girl, being desperate and everything.

"Are you telling me that you can't get her for yourself? Naomi, shit, is it you? Where has your wild and I-will-fuck-your-girlfriend attitude?" I used to be like that. I liked being single and enjoying myself. But when it comes to break-ups, I could never handle those. So I usually fucked so many girls that I couldn't even remember their names. I was mostly drunk so there's no wonder.

"Well, it wouldn't be so difficult if he didn't have a cock!" I basically shout out of anger. I am not angry, though. It just irritates me somehow. He almost bursts out the beer he's been drinking but then, he looks deadly into my eyes and says:

"You're fucked." I took a sip of my beer.

"I'm fucked."