Chapter 2
Felicia smiled to herself as she walked across the street to her apartment. At first she had been very angry with the stranger, pushing her to the ground and not even bothering to excuse himself, but then something happened. She had seen it in those dark, green when he turned to look at her, something changed. And she was hoping to see him again. Things like this never happened to Felicia, she was someone who'd blend into the crowd, she didn't stand out. With a sigh, Felicia unlocked the door and walked into the apartment.
"Felicia? Is that you?" Lana, her roommate, called from the kitchen.
"Who else?" Felicia called back as she walked into the kitchen, dropping her bag on one of the kitchen chairs. "Were you expecting someone?" She asked.
"Ehm, no…" Lana replied quickly. Felicia could tell that she was lying.
"Lana, don't lie to me, you're a terrible liar." Felicia told her. "Just tell me who was coming here and I will be on my way."
"Okay, Okay!" Lana said with so much excitement in her voice that Felicia thought Lana was going to burst. "I met this guy, Philip, yesterday at the coffee shop, and he was so nice, and really, REALLY handsome!" Lana squealed, sounding very much to Felicia like a little girl with a new princess dress.
"Yeah, that's enough for me," Felicia said picking up her bag again. "I will be at the library if you need me." Grabbing a cookie, Felicia turned on her heel and walked back out the door. It had been like this since Felicia first arrived in London and met Lana. Lana got all the nice looking guys. Felicia, on the other hand, either was mistaken for a lesbian because of her short hair, or just got stuck in a fantasy about the "perfect guy". Felicia had always loved the perfect love stories like the ones Jane Austen had written, but after some time, she had given up hope about finding her own Mr. Darcy. She didn't even know if she really wanted a Mr. Darcy.
With a sigh, she shook herself out of her thoughts, and stepped forward as the smelly bus pulled up to the curb. When Felicia got on the bus she accidentally bumped in to a short, black haired woman with a snobby attitude.
"Watch it!" The woman snapped.
"Sorry," Felicia replied apologetically, passing the woman to find a seat. The woman's dark hair flashed Felicia back to earlier in the day; to the stranger she had met this morning. She had forgotten about him after everything with Lana. As she sat down she started to think about who the mysterious tall man with black hair and dark, green eyes could have been.
