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Trunks stared out his
bedroom window. He just couldn't get it, no matter how many times that scene in
the girl's apartment replayed in his mind. What did I do wrong? What made
that girl so angry with me? He wondered, and then he realized he doesn't
even know the name of that girl. He smiled sadly, recalling how the girl looked
coming out of the shower.
She was really very
beautiful. Her golden hair, her heart shaped face, her huge blue eyes, and the
way she smiled at him. It had made him feel special, as if he was the only
person in the world who she would smile at. He remembered the way her hand felt
on his shoulder, it was warm and comforting but in same time, had an icy touch
to it. He didn't know how that was possible.
He stared into the evening
sky and saw a shooting star. Please bring her back to me, he wished
silently.
"What are you doing?" He
heard his mother's voice coming behind him. He turned to find his mom standing
in his room, arms crossed with an amused expression on her face.
"Nothing," he replied
quickly.
She looked at him
suspiciously. "All right then," she said, looking uncertain. "I'm here to ask
you something."
"What?"
"Do you need a secretary?"
"No, I'm managing on my own."
Trunks answered.
"I think you need one,"
his mother said.
Uh-oh, she's up to
something. "Do you already have
someone in mind?" Trunks asked carefully. Knowing his mother, it was probably
her way of helping one of her friends out with a financial problem or worse,
finding a girlfriend for him!
"Do you remember Marron?"
his mother asked.
Marron? The name sounds
oddly familiar, but he just can't remember. He shook his head.
"She used to play with you
when you were little," Bulma told him. "Chi-Chi just called me, she said she
just called Marron and she isn't doing so well. I think she's having money
problems. Anyhow, she needs a job. Marron is a bright girl. She's smart and
real pretty, taking after her mother. I think you'll like her."
"But mom," Trunks
protested.
"Just promise me you'll
met her okay? At least see what she's like and if you don't like her, don't
hire her, please? Her father was an old friend of mine."
"Fine," he sighed, he then
noticed his mother said something strange. "Mom, what do you mean by 'was'?
He's not your friend anymore?"
"No, he died." Bulma said
slowly. "Poor Marron, she's being through a lot. She might appear to be kind of
moody but she really is a good girl. It's being almost fifteen years since I
last saw her. Her must be about 23 now. I'll call her and tell her that you'll
meet her at the Satan Coffee tomorrow at noon okay?"
He nodded and his mother
left.
"Marron," he whispered. It
was a pretty name; he liked the way it sounded. For some weird reason, he
whispered, "Marron Briefs." He surprised himself too, but he liked how that
those two names sounded together. He wasn't sure why he was whispering, why he
was saying the name of a girl he had not seen since he was little, but her name
stayed with him. Marron, Marron, Marron, he thought as he closed his
eyes and fell asleep.
Marron gave her hair one
last brush and starred at her image in the mirror. Hmm, I need to look my
best for this meeting. It's very nice of Bulma to find me a job. I really need
money right now; my rent is already two months overdue and I need to buy food.
She looked at the heaps of clothing lying on the floor and picked out a
lavender turtleneck and a long white skirt. She slipped the turtleneck over her
head and stepped into the white skirt.
The lavender turtleneck
had been her mother's. Marron recalled her mother had loved clothes and had
good fashion taste, and this turtleneck was a present to her mother from her
father. She stroked the soft wool and stared into the mirror. Something was
missing; she quickly reached into a drawer and took out a thin, delicate gold
chain. It was her mother's as well, she doesn't know if it was a present from
her father as well and it completed her outfit well. Marron smiled, wearing her
mother's clothes would definitely bring her luck, and she definitely needed all
the luck she could get today.
She grabbed her keys and
walked out of her tiny apartment. After making sure that her door was locked,
she started towards Satan Café. The café was quite a distance away from her
home but she doesn't have the money for a cab. There's nothing wrong with
walking anyway, she thought, gives you good exercise.
By the time she reached
Satan Café, she was already 5 minutes late. Oh great, she thought, this
would really make me look good in front of my future boss. How does Trunks look
like again? Bulma didn't say anything about what he looked like, all Marron
could remember is that he had weird coloured hair. Was it green? Nope, blue?
Oh well, she'll just keep her eyes open for weird hair guys.
She pushed opened the door and peered inside, the place
was empty, except for a purple haired guy sitting alone at one of the tables.
He turned to face her and she gasped.
"You!"
Trunks starred at the
girl. What was she doing here? He wondered, but he couldn't help but stare at
her. She is even more beautiful than he had remembered, standing there, staring
open-mouthed at him. He opened his mouth, pushed out one awkward little "Hi!"
and waved.
She walked to him, "What are you doing here?" she smiled
at him.
"I'm, um, waiting for someone," he stammered. Why
can't I talk right when I look into those blue eyes? H wondered. I sound
like such a geek!
"For who?" she asked.
"Uh, a girl," he wanted to slap himself on the face, why
did I just say I'm waiting for a girl?
Instantly, her smile disappeared and disappointment
filled her eyes. "Oh, I see, well, I'm waiting for a guy too," she said.
"Who?" he asked anxiously, whoever it is; he is the
luckiest guy alive.
"Um, his name is Trunks," she blushed. "I'm applying to
be his secretary."
Trunks could feel his heart beating faster than before.
"Trunks? You are waiting for Trunks?" His voice filled with excitement. I do
not have a hearing problem, do I? Did she say she's applying to be my
secretary? "Are you Marron?"
"Yeah, that's me," Marron's eyes widened. "Are you
Trunks?"
"Yeah, I'm Trunks and you are hired." He smiled at her.
"Can you start right now?"
Her face broke into a huge smile. "Sure!"
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