Author's Note: If you haven't read the the note on the first chapter, here is a reminder. This is not the original author of this account and this literary piece was not written by her, but by an alternative author, Opague 2. It's incumbent of me to inform the readers that she is still active and still receives your messages and that unfortunately this main characters of this story are not Edward and Bella, however, they will be included. Also, I will be taking creative liberty by changing the initial nature of Bella to my preference for the sake of the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight trilogy in anyway. The rights solely belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

Chapter 2

"Sir! Excuse me sir!" I barked, hoping to acquire the attention of this hooded figure.

It was futile; he continued his trip ignorant to me as he exited the door. I followed him until there was only a few feet between our bodies as I tried to alert him one last time.

"Sir with the gray hoodie!"

He finally stopped.

My breath was a little bit shaken and I was now back in the same boiling environment I just escaped from. I stormed up to him with the pent up frustration beget by the events that have occurred today.

I was now face to face with his back. As he began to angle his body to confront me, he removed his hood.

I took a deep breath and spoke.

"You took my breakfast you assho-" I stopped myself prior to the conclusion of my sentence.

What's happening?

This was uncharacteristic of me. Usually, I'd be able to maintain my composure when I was addressing someone whether or not it was in a vulgar demeanor, but I suddenly found it difficult to produce any words. My mouth hung open and my eyes remained in the same position as they met with his eyes instead of the back of his head. His short brown hair laid in a messy manner, but what was so profound about his complexion were his defined eyebrows that compliment the clarity of his blue eyes. I was paralyzed as he stood just a few inches higher than me and a foot away from my face.

I cleared my throat and attempted to complete my message.

"Um, that brown paper bag is my breakfast" I stated.

He held up the brown paper bag just a few inches from his face and examined the initials "CP" and bewilderingly returned his gaze back at me.

"Are you sure? Because it has my initials on it" He inquisitively responded flipping the brown paper bag in my direction so I can observe the front.

"What's your name then?" I asked pushing the bag away from my face.

"Chris Plum"

I was paralyzed for the second time.

As he said those words, I fought ferociously to hide my emotions with silence. Externally, I was in a state of moderate shock. Internally, my insides were on a permanent vacation as I felt a limping sensation in my bones. I understood why he was the sole reason for why those girls behaved so inappropriately, however, I would not have a repeat of what happened in the cafe.

Unfortunately, It seemed like he wasn't going to give up the bag so easily. He made his argument based on what he knew, now it was my turn.

"Well, Mr. Plum my name is Camilla Pernard, but my full name is Camilla Pernard Song." I said reaching into my clutch and funneling my fingers into a secret compartment at the back of the clutch to pull out my only piece of evidence – my license. I showed it to him triumphantly and continued with my rebuttal.

"See? It says right here on my license Camilla Pernard Song. When I ordered, I told the cashier to use my first and middle name as the initials instead of my last name. So the CP, on your bag, actually stands for Camilla Pernard."

I finished my statement still slightly insecure from the scrutiny of his drop dead eyes. He may be gorgeous, but he was not worth giving up twenty four dollars.

"Well I must admit, you make a pretty convincing case, but that doesn't refute the fact that both of our initials are CP." He countered.

Touche.

There was a paused as he acquired his thoughts.

"How about this, if you can tell me what's in the bag, I'll give it to you and be on my way."

The proposition seemed logical but tedious. Unable to understand why someone of his occupation would be so wasteful with time, I chose not to question it since I was in the presence of such a dashing man. However, If I was going to play this little game, I had to ensure that the playing field was even.

"How do I know you haven't cheated already?" I investigated, tilting my brow.

"Look for yourself"

He held up the bag once more and showed me that the staple securing the items inside was firmly located on the top fold. Looking closer, there were no marks indicating a rip in the bag so it was safe to say that game was now beginning.

"Okay, I know there's a Mocha Frappe inside aaaannnd..." I replied extending the last word. There was a lapse in my train of thoughts as my memory began to fail me. My eyes darted back and forth as I rolled my tongue in my mouth. The only thing I could recall at the moment was the trip here, my humiliating confrontation, and his god damn eyes. No matter how hard I concentrated or looked at the floor, all I could visualize was his amnesia inducing eyes.

I was so embarrassed. Just a moment a ago I had placed in order for a my food and only a couple minutes later, the contents of that bag completely escaped my mind.

"And?" He interrupted.

"Wait, I'm thinking!" I snapped.

My mind lacked the ability to focus properly with his presence right in front of me. Suddenly I reach an epiphany. I dove into all the possible pockets on my jean shorts with anticipation that I might find the whereabouts of my receipt.

"Come on, Come on, where is it?" I mumbled under my breath as I shifted my hands across my shorts.

I couldn't find where I had last placed my receipt. All the items that occupied my pockets were my change and my chap stick. I opened my clutch to check through all of the compartments as Mr. Plum stared at my fumbling movements and chuckled.

"If it wasn't in my pockets then I must have left it..."

There was a slow pause of realization.

"...on the table. I left it on the table. Dammit Camilla." I cursed the last segment under my breath as I sighed in defeat and looked back up at Mr. Plum who was now smirking at my disorganization.

"You're enjoying this aren't you?"

"Just a little bit" He answered, as his smirk formed into a smile.

"Look Mr. Plum, I know you don't believe me but-"

"Call me Chris." He intervened, cutting me off.

This day was not going well at all. He probably thinks I'm some crazed fan trying to steal his breakfast judging by his silence, his laughter, and his lack of words. I couldn't just turn around and walk back into the cafe to look for my receipt because he'd just walk off even if I asked him to stay. Since he's a celebrity, his schedule must be exceedingly occupied with much better things to attend then this. I took at deep breath and prepared my final statement.

"Well, Chris, I know you don't believe me but that's really my breakfast and I paid twenty four dollars for it. I don't have a receipt to show you because I forgot it on the table and I know this looks like I'm trying to steal your breakfast, but I'm really not. You're probably a very busy person and based on-"

I was interrupted again. Not by a phrase or a comment, but by a gesture. He handed me the brown paper bag. Why though? I stopped to observe it with astonishment before I looked back up at him. He had a warmhearted smile with the same mesmerizing sapphires shining in my direction. I'm speechless. What else could I feel but a stunning gratitude for this act of kindness as I failed to remove my eyes from him.

"Well are you going to stare? or are you going to take the bag." He asked breaking my trance.

"Uh, yea. The bag. I forgot. Thank you so much." I responded as I shook off the stardust from the impact of his eyes and reach to grab the bag. He smiled again at me as I grabbed the bag; I couldn't help but mirror his reaction in return.

"No problem" He ended before he turn and started walking off. He left me there in a daze from his charisma. His charismatic nature was radiating from him as he put his hands into his pockets, lifted his hood back on his head and headed toward his car.

"What about your breakfast? It's still in the cafe! Won't you get hungry?" I called out to him at the other side of the parking lot.

"Nah, I'm good! I'll just find something to eat later!" He yelled back as he disappeared into the lines of cars.

I felt a overwhelming surge of energy and relief because for some reason I could not remove that smile off my face. After all that's happened today, this was one of the best experiences I've had in Los Angeles so far. I lifted the brown paper bag with my initials on them to my face as I ripped open the top exposing the smell inside. I gave an enormous inhale as I checked to see if all the items where there. I laughed at myself when I saw the other two bagel sandwiches I had ordered and completely forgot about because of him. Closing the bag, I walked back to my car and thought verbally to myself:

"So that was Chris Plum."

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