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Chapter two:

Me and the Bizarre Encounter in a Place Called 'Breakfast at Tiffany's'

He was standing right before me in line, waiting impatiently to have his order taken by one of the pretty girls behind the counter. It was probably in a moment of indifferent curiosity that he had turned his head and looked at me. He had nothing to do, after all, except looking around, his eyes scouring his surroundings as I had done too mere moments before.

When I looked up and met his gaze, I was startled to say the least. My eyes pierced into - What was it? Black? – Yes, black ones. I had never seen anyone before who had the same color of eyes as the young man before me. It seemed like a rather unnatural color, especially for eyes. I thought I might had mistaken… they probably were a very dark shade of brown.

But that is not why I was startled. In his dark orbs I saw genuine interest, not mere indifferent curiosity.

He was a total stranger…

… but it appeared that I had awoken his interest.

My eyes shot down quickly as I realized that. Too quickly, I might add. Quick enough for it to be embarrassing. It was as if you stare at someone and when you finally realize who you are staring at, you quickly look at something else, leaving the other to wonder what you were thinking at the moment you two locked eyes.

And he was probably thinking I was another lovesick teenage girl, who uses words like 'kind of cute' and 'so hot' to describe guys.

Not that I cared…

Hell, I didn't have to justify myself to every guy who just happened to be before me in line.

But still, I was definitely not that girl.

I didn't even know why, probably because he had in turn awoken my own interest, but I looked up again…

… and met his eyes again!

His eyes now carried a glint of humor and his lips were crooked in a smile… to be honest, a rather perfect smile.

I allowed myself just one quick and thorough glance at him. And the first thing I noticed was that he was very handsome… perhaps not handsome as in hot, but handsome as in…

… as in beautiful.

Yes, he was very beautiful, with flawless and well defined features. He had black hair, darker than mine it seemed, that was untidy and unruly, like he was just out of bed and didn't bother to brush it in a model. It gave him a sort of boyish nonchalance, like he just didn't care what he looked like. His skin was pale, though not as pale as mine… and also more alluring than mine. It didn't make him look like he was sick or unhealthy, like my paleness did to me. No, instead it looked like his skin was glowing.

It was not fair. He just breathed flawlessness… everything about him was perfect, from his nose to his chin, from his lips to his eyes, from his jaw line to his hair, from his face to his body.

Because he also happened to have a beautiful body. He was tall, not lankily but gracefully, with broad shoulders and a firm neck. I assumed that there was more perfect about his body, but since he covered himself entirely with his loose, yet rather old-fashioned clothes, I couldn't see, but one could definitely guess.

It made me wonder why he was here at the moment, in a small cafeteria in the big Satan City, instead of on a runway with all the spots on him. That was where I would have imagined him.

It was then that I realized that my small peek turned out to be an insolent five-second stare and I quickly looked away from his smiling, too perfect face.

And I didn't dare to look back.

I mean who was I? I was so plain. Just an ordinary, self-conscious teenage girl, who still thought boys were stupid and who used words like 'girlpower'. It made me feel so gray when I stood next to such a dazzling person like him. So gray that it was depressing, almost enough to just make me turn around and walk through the door, never to be confronted with him again.

And he probably thought that I was just a normal girl, nothing extraordinary. He probably was twenty, or twenty-one, receiving attention from a lot of young women who were both more mature and more beautiful than I was.

Just as I thought about it, the smile on his face had to be mocking.

Not that I cared…

But then, and you can't even imagine how surprised I was, he spoke to me.

"Sorry, can I ask you something?" He asked with a low, mesmerizing voice.

My eyes shot up to him, and I must have looked at him stupidly, because I found out that my mouth was open in a very non-charming manner.

"S-sure." My stuttering reply came. I made a mental note that I had to slam my face into a wall later.

And all the while, he kept smiling at me in a strangely friendly way, as if he really didn't think I was stupid, even though I was questioning my own sanity. I couldn't believe it. Mostly, very attractive people were not very kind, or so I had experienced in the horror called highschool. I just couldn't understand that someone as beautifully handsome as he was, was also nice.

Then I remembered one peculiar incident that happened three years ago. The coolest and most popular guy (you know, senior… footballplayer… president of the student body… senior… filthily rich… handsome… good-dressed… senior) in school, I think his name was Chad Britt, asked me out on a date. I would have said yes, if I wasn't such a good girl and answered to him that my father didn't allow me to date yet. Only that refrained me from saying yes.

I later heard that he only wanted to date me because of my famous father. He would have won the ultimate trophy if he could say that his girlfriend was the daughter of Mr. Satan.

All of a sudden this seemed very relevant for this situation. Chad Britt had been nice, and the perfect guy in front of me was nice too. I suddenly felt very stupid and naïve.

Of course this guy wasn't really interested in me. He must have recognized me as the person I was. Even though I still had my hood on, my face was awfully familiar for every dumb ass on this planet. How could I have expected anything else. He probably wanted to ask me if I really was Mr. Satan's daughter.

I was already waiting for that kind of interrogation.

But then came his real question… and I had been very wrong in my expectations.

"I wanted to ask you what kind of coffee I should take. I'm new here so I have no idea what's nice and what's not." He said with his extremely pleasant voice and I could not help but gawk; he was talking to me and he was talking to me like I was a normal person.

He must have seen me gawking, because he flashed me his white teeth in a very handsome smile.

"Uh, the Heavenly Hazel's fine." I managed to say as I stared at his kind eyes. He nodded in response, never taking his eyes off me.

"I mean, if I ever want coffee, I take that one." I added truthfully. The Heavenly Hazel was my favorite.

He squeezed his lips, obviously considering it, before his smile returned to it.

"Then the Heavenly Hazel it is."

Wait, I didn't quite get that. This…This Greek God came up to me, asked me the weirdest and most unexpected question I could think of at that moment ("what kind of coffee should I take?") and he just trusts the opinion of a complete stranger?

Okay, maybe I had been living in the city for quite some time and had started to get used to rudeness and suspicion, but this was bizarre.

"You always trust the opinion of strangers?" I blurted out, surprised by my own boldness.

"Not really, but you seem to know what you're talking about. And considering that I'm new here and you look friendly… Why not?" He replied while he shrugged his broad shoulders and let out one charming chuckle.

I was stunned…

… Not one guy in my entire life had even managed to stun me. Not even – damn you – Chad Britt. And this guy did it with ease in one second with his boyish charm, beautiful flawlessness and natural kindness. I almost began to question his motives… I had a suspicious nature, after all.

And he called me friendly. I never imagined I looked friendly. I frowned most of the time, and looked bored and uninterested for the rest of it. Hadn't I had the 'don't mess with me' attitude today, something I was so infamous about? When I looked at the mirror this morning, I had.

But then again, I clearly wasn't myself this morning. I, Videl Satan, never looked at a guy with anything else but loathing or suspicion, especially not when that guy is a stranger. I just had a very off morning, I presumed.

And, well, as I was clearly out of character, I might as well go all the way. I decided to… have small talk with him.

"You don't come from here?" I asked as I now crossed my arms and rested my weight on my hip and tried to look at him with an interested, though not overly, expression.

"No, I commute here." He responded and I nodded. I figured he must be in collage.

"Student?"

"Yup."

Bingo.

"I guess I could have figured you were new here." I stated vaguely, hoping that he would respond to it so that we could keep on conversing. Something in me was just screaming for his attention. Luckily for me, he did respond.

"Oh, am I that obvious?" He replied with a laugh, his eyes narrowing with the joy that was so evidently on his face. It was a very contagious laugh, putting a smile on my own face as I listened to it with pleasure. I was so busy ogling him that I almost forgot to answer.

"Well, every soul in this city knows how to take his coffee. Always the dark roast or the extra milk or whatever. I guess only the new, baffled citizens don't know which flavor to pick, because they can't know what's to get out here." I remarked. I instantly regretted my answer.

That was the most stupid, lame explanation I could ever have given.

He, however, didn't seem to think it was strange. Of all the things he could do, his smile widened a little.

"I guess you're right. I only wished that that Tiffany lady would make it easier for all of us and limit that extensive list of choice. It's coffee, why do you need a thousand different flavors?" He asked that innocent glint of humor in his eyes.

I laughed at his humor, though not too much. Didn't want to look like a giggling schoolgirl. But after a few seconds, I realized what he had said.

That Tiffany lady?

"Wait, that Tiffany Lady?" I asked a little more vividly than I would have liked. And in all my vividness, I chased away that beautiful smile on his face. I almost – almost – bent over and cupped his face and begged the smiled back on it. Fortunately, I did have some sense left and so that thought only remained in my mind. But still, his smile was gone, and it had made place for a confused expression, perfect lips parted and perfect eyes wide open.

"Yes, it's in the name of the place, right? Breakfast at Tiffany's." He asked innocently, as if he had said nothing out of the ordinary.

I only looked at him incredulously. Was he kidding?

"Breakfast at Tiffany's." I repeated surprised , hoping that it would ring a bell with him. "Don't you get that reference?"

What's there to get? Breakfast at Tiffany's…

He brought his hand to his firm neck and started to scratch its pale skin as his eyes finally left mine to think about the question I just asked. With his gaze not on me, I could take an insolent peek at his hand. It was large and rough.

"No, I think you lost me there." He admitted while a sheepish smile appeared on his face. I couldn't believe how handsome he was.

"Breakfast at Tiffany's is a very famous movie, a classic." I muttered softly as I felt kind of embarrassed by my vivid outburst just now.

"Oh, I haven't heard of it." He said with a look I couldn't really identify. It took me a while to realize that he looked embarrassed…

… and even a little sad.

I could shoot myself when it finally dawned to me what kind of look that was. It was the kind of look one has when he feels stupid, when he has a feeling of inferiority.

Who the hell was I and what gave me the right to make him feel that way?

"Oh, it's not that famous." I lied quickly. "And it's not that I'm here to judge you or anything."

His smile appeared on his lips again, though I didn't think he bought it. Of course, when I start saying stupid things, I can't seem to stop it anymore.

"Anyway, the name sucks. They would have been better of if they called the place 'the Breakfast Club'."

Only when I saw his confused expression again, I realized that I had again said something I shouldn't. It was the first time in my life that I scowled at myself for having too much knowledge of stupid movies.

"I-eh… Never mind." I said almost apologetically when he didn't seem to be familiar with that movie either. I was so very not easy with guys.

I averted my eyes to the ground and I promised myself that this was the last thing I would say to him. That way I couldn't say something that was totally lame. He probably didn't want to talk to me either. Who would be excited to talk to someone that made him feel self-conscious and embarrassed.

"Hey, can I get you something?" He asked me all of a sudden, surprising me, to say the least. My eyes shot back at him and I saw him looking at me with that friendly smile he had had on his lips before, as if I didn't say all those senseless things.

Well, he was talking to me. It was rude to not say anything back. So I broke the promise to myself of not talking anymore.

"As in paying for me?" I asked while a smile too appeared on my face.

"That's right. Would you like a drink or something?" He asked with humor, though his eyes said that he was serious.

"My, my… Some courtesy in the big Satan City?" I fake mused, trying to provoke him a little. He didn't miss the challenge in my words, since his smile became a sly grin.

"You aren't mocking me, are you?" He asked as he slightly bent his head and looked at me through his long lashes. My knees started to feel a little weak…

… a little.

"Well, it's not something you come across every day. Someone who offers to pay for a fellow citizen is very rare, I can tell from experience." I replied brightly. Or at least, trying to sound brightly. I seriously had no idea what I was talking about.

He let out a small chuckle.

"So the people in this city are that indifferent towards one another." He assumed dubiously.

"Prepare yourself, newbie… They don't give a damn." The bitter humor behind my remark was evident. How I hated this city and its citizens.

"Yet you do." It was not a question. Just an observation. A statement where he seemed to be certain about. I was vaguely aware that my smile faded under the intense gaze I was under. I, once again, was dazzled by his breathtaking presence…

… And then to think the only time a guy made me dazzle was two years ago, when my head was the unfortunate and accidental target of a out-of-control volleyball.

But whatever.

This guy, whoever he was, seemed to know exactly when to pause when he said something, how to empathize the right words, and, above all, how to use his body to enhance everything he said. He was really fluent in body language, using his hands when he spoke, adopting an open attitude, standing at the perfect distance from someone, feeling exactly when he was free to move closer.

No wonder I cared… The guy was an excellent flirt.

"Which brings me back to my question." I heard him say, waking me up from my daydreams. "You are by far the kindest person I have met today, and allow me to thank you for it by getting you something. So do you want some coffee? A sandwich, perhaps?"

It suddenly became uncomfortably warm at the place called 'Breakfast at Tiffany's, and I figured a slight blush had crept to my face.

Darn!

Leave it to my skin to flush at the most inconvenient times. It was always pale, always, except of course for the very few occasions that I'd rather be white than carry the pinkish color I had now. It was plainly embarrassing.

He, however, didn't seem to be annoyed by it. While I desperately tried to fight back the blush that slowly colored my face to a humiliatingly red color, he smiled down at me with that ever so warm expression.

"You don't really have to pay for me." I managed to mutter as I shyly looked at the dark wooden floor.

"I insist." Came his determined reply in that low, almost musical voice, flushing me even more, if that were possible.

"Girl, just let him pay for you and order already, damnit!" Said a high, screeching woman's voice behind me. I jerked around in surprise and to my horror I saw that we had been stalling the entire line behind us in our animated conversation. The customers before us were already gone and now half a dozen of people were behind us, looking at us with irritated, almost angry expressions.

I felt an outburst coming up. How rude people could be!

"Whoops, I guess we'd better order." Came sheepish reply of my unknown companion and when I turned around he had already reached the counter and he looked at me, waiting for me to follow.

I did eventually, trying to take a deep breath to let the anger leave my body. I guess normally I would have yelled back to that rude woman, something along the lines of 'alright, alright… just chill!', but then again, I didn't want to make a bad impression to the mysterious, attractive guy that bothered to talk to me.

When I was at the counter, the guy was looking at me with expecting curiosity. I absently noticed that the two pretty blond girls were practically drooling over him.

"So can I get you something or what?" He asked, as he again flashed me his teeth in a perfect smile. I heard one of the girls behind the counter sigh…

… He didn't seem to care… or notice.

"Alright then, a lettuce, cucumber and cheese sandwich." I answered, accepting my defeat.

The girls immediately started to bustle about quickly, I guess he already orders for himself when I was still debating whether I would get myself into a verbal catfight with the lady behind me. With slight irritation, but also concern, the girls glanced at my companion every once in a while. And they didn't even try to hide it.

But all the while, he was looking at me… I felt myself getting slightly shy under his gaze and so I decided to just looked around, carefully avoiding his eyes.

Eventually we got our orders – he got his Heavenly Hazel and I got my delicious sandwich – and without even giving any attention to the two girls, he paid and I must say I was kind of feeling very smug when I saw the disappointed faces of the blondes.

"Thanks." I muttered to him with my eyes on the ground as we left the counter, feeling that a goodbye was most likely inevitable and soon to come. He probably had somewhere else to go.

"So, eh… I guess I should go now." I said as my eyes met his and – perhaps I'm wrong – I saw a glint of reluctance in his eyes.

"Do you really have to be somewhere?" He asked as I looked into his eyes.

Strange, it was almost as if he didn't want to leave…

… He wouldn't be the only one.

I looked at my watch and found out that it was 7:16. In and hour and fifteen minutes school would begin. What was I to do in the mean time?

Skating?

Nah, the streets were crowded with people and the small paths of the park were probably full with citizens who wanted to make a detour on their way to work…

Going home?

And meeting my father again?! NO!!! No, that was not an option either.

So basically, I didn't have to be somewhere.

A smile returned on his face as he saw me considering my options. I guess he read on my face that I figured I had nothing to do at the moment.

"Why don't we… sit down for a while?" He offered, for the first time with a little hesitance.

"Yes." I replied immediately, perhaps a little too quick.

Yes of course I wanted to spent more time with him than what was considered proper for two strangers!

Yes of course I wanted to sit with him in this stupid cafeteria that carried the name 'Breakfast at Tiffany's!

Yes of course I wanted to keep on conversing with this beautiful, mysterious guy that I only knew for ten minutes!

Yes of course I said yes!

Oh, god… who the hell was I and what had happened to Videl Satan?!

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