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El Fernenda.
A new Mexican restaurant in the busiest corner of Charlotte Street. I am asked to give feed backs about their food and those kind of stuff to be published in the New York Now to let the people know things about the restaurant.
I rode a cab to go to the venue when my phone vibrated. No called ID was present. I tapped answer.
'Hello? Yeah, who is this?' I ask.
'Beck. Listen, dude.' It was him. I cringed. He was using 'dude'. He was going to be matey. Worst, he was going to be understanding about this.
'Tori doesn't know that I'm calling you right now so better keep this downlow.' Of course Tori knows about this, Ryder. Because you told her and she might have said that it isn't a good idea, but you decided to be the bigger man about it, and she probably said, 'God, that's why I love you. It's really nice to have a matured partner in life.' and maybe right now she's standing beside you listening while we have our fucking conversation.
'Hm, yeah about that..' I can't come up with an answer.
'Let me finish first. Don't interrupt.' He started. 'But I saw your messages and I just wanted to say that I know how you feel, Beck. I wouldn't want to lose Tori either.' Oh, yeah. Sure you know how it feel cause you freakin' know everything. Have you ever experienced this? Your ex-girlfriend-that your apparently haven't moved on with- is now engaged to her asshole six-month boyfriend. Nope? Not yet, right? So you don't know how it feels and you don't know how much I'm hurting right now so you don't have the right to tell me that you know how it feels.
You don't.
'And the way it happened means I guess there are unsolved issues. If ever you need someone to-' And that's when I had enough of him and he's falseness.
'Hey, Ryder, I'm at work right now so.. yeah. Anyway, thanks that's really good of you.' I hung up after. I just wanna forget all of the things I did when I was drunk. I may or may not have meant to write that.. Anyway, the cab stops and I'm now in front of El Fernanda.
'Good Afternoon Sir. Name please.' the guy in the front desk of the restaurant asked me.
'Beck. Beck Oliver.' I say with a small smile.
'Oh, from New York Now? Come here Sir.' He lead me to my table which faces the glass wall that enables me to see the busiest of Charlotte Street.
'This, Sir is the VIP table for our important guests. Feel free to order anytime.' He said as he handed me the menu. The menu had some fish tacos, wholly guacamole, taco casserole and more stuffs.
'Are you ready to order Sir?' a waiter named Nathan approached me.
'Ah, yeah. Can I have a chicken tortilla soup, a burrito casserole and fish tacos.' I ordered as Nathan scribbled down my order.
'Is that all Sir?'
'Yeah, thanks.'
I scan my surrounding. People that are eating right now looked pleased. They also looked quite fancy. Then, I realized that the place is really pretty fancy. Eight huge chandeliers are place hanging from the ceiling as a source of light with white LED light traced at the walls of the restaurant. The walls are painted red except for the 3 glass walls. Chairs are fancy as well with gold painted lining. Tables made of marble and table decorations are wonderful. I wrote down everything I saw and took note of it in my phone to type it in later for the magazine.
'Here's your chicken tortilla soup, burrito casserole and fish tacos, Sir. Are you sure you don't want anything else?' He said with a wide smile.
'I'm alright. Thanks again.' I nodded.
Chicken tortilla soup first. Smell: Savory as it should be. I wrote that down. I took a sip of my soup and it tasted too salty, bitter and just plain inedible for me. I didn't expect it to taste that way. I had a huge expectation because the restaurant looks very promising. Taste: Inedible. Next, the burrito casserole. Smell: Smells tasty and savory with a hint of mint. I cut a portion for my to taste. Hopefully this one's better. I chewed and swallowed and it tasted quite alright. At least better than the soup, but still not reaching my expectations. So that's a point. Taste: good. And the last dish, the fish tacos. Smell: rotten eggs. It just smell like plain rotten eggs. Not even appetizing. Anyway, I tasted it and the taste was tolerable so I guess it's okay too. Taste: okay.
How will I write this down the magazine? How will I tell the readers how it taste with proper words? I faced the my busy view. French! most probably a French restaurant is across the road beside a clothing shop named The Right Stuff. Then a store named O'Neal in my extreme left. And Isabella another fashion store in my extreme right. People were walking from different directions, some bumping each other. Most wearing office attire which consists of black and white as colours.
Then someone passed.
I have no idea who, but someone who caught my eye.
She was walking in front of the glass mirror that separates me from her. Wearing a bright electric blue vinyl jacket with boots reaching almost the whole length of her legs. Hair hair is a really dark colour of black with blue streaks that contrasts her pale skin tone. She was vigorously digging for something in her gears of war bag, probably searching for something.
Then something fell. Something that belongs to her fell.
My curiosity took over and I ran out to pick what that thing is. And now, in my hands is her 35 mm Disposable Camera.
'Miss, wait!' I tried running but someone grabbed my arm. It's Nathan, the waiter from the restaurant.
'Sir, are you done? You left your jacket inside.' He said.
'Shit, Yeah. Wait.' I said as I rushed inside the restaurant and grabbed my jacket while I reach for my wallet to grab some cash and pay up. I quickly exited the place and rushed to the mystery girl, but I remember that I left her disposable camera in my table back in the restaurant. 'Fuck.'
I ran back in, looking foolish for coming in and out of the restaurant. I grabbed the camera and headed to the door. I gave Nathan a quick pat in his back and smiled.
I continued my way to the mystery girl. For some reason, I'm running my guts out for her. I saw her already across the street. I still needed to wait for the stop light to allow me to cross to the other side. Then she faced my direction and I saw her face.
She is beautiful.
Just, beautiful.
I realized that the stop light had allowed the people to cross when I was starring at the mystery girl so I am left there standing, dumb forded. Luck is not in my side today.
When I was finally allowed to cross, she enters a cab and goes.
Now I have her disposable camera in my hands. What now?
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