Author's note: Hey people. I know, I know I made some errors in chapters 1, 2, and 3 but come on! When you are writing at 1 AM, it's pretty hard not to make a mistake, right? Here is chapter 4 and it's fairly short. The next chapter will be longer. Well, I should shut my big mouth now and let you read. Enjoy! And don't forget to review!
Chapter 4:
Three months later…
"Ouch," Marron yelped as she stuck her burned figure into her mouth. She carefully removed the coffee pot from the coffee maker and poured a cup of dark coffee into a purple mug that said 'Mr. President". Then she added a spoonful of sugar. There, that's exactly how he likes it, bittersweet. She carried the mug over to the Trunks' office and knocked on the door.
"Come in!" Trunks' voice yelled.
She opened the door and handed the mug to him. He took a big sip and smiled at her. "Thanks," He said softly.
She could feel herself blush. Stop it! She ordered herself; don't act like such an idiot! "What are you doing?" she asked after watching Trunks gathering bundles of papers together.
"Getting ready for my meeting," he replied.
"You don't need all those papers," she said, she ran to her desk outside of his office and grabbed the briefcase she had already prepared for him after reading his meeting plan. "Here," she handed the briefcase to him. "That's all the stuff you'll need. Oh there's also a capsule of cappuccinos just in case the meeting gets too boring." She winked. "It's in the left pocket. Your meeting starts in exact 5 minutes. If you hurry now, you can make it with about 2 minutes to spare. Good luck Mr. President, let's see if you can manage to keep awake all through this meeting."
Trunks stared at her, finally he said, "You know, you'll probably make a much better president than me!"
Marron laughed. "Yeah, but do I want to go to all those boring meetings?" she made a face. "No thanks. I'd rather be your secretary. You better go now."
Trunks took the briefcase and stood up. "Later, Marron, time for my afternoon nap."
Marron smiled as she watched him leave. Ask him! Ask
him now! A little voice screamed at her inside her head. "Um, Trunks?" she
regretted speaking the moment he turned around. Not only am I making a
complete fool out of myself but I'm making him late for his meeting as well!
"Yes?"
"Uh, today is actually my birthday and I was kind of wondering if you would like, I mean you don't have to but if you want to, would you like to come to my apartment for dinner tonight?" There, she said it. What would he say? She stared at him anxiously. Would he actually say yes?
"Sure," he smiled. "Wow, it's your birthday? Really? Cool. I'll definitely be there by five. Is that okay?"
"Yeah, that's fine," No, it's more than okay! It's
terrific! Her heart soared. I did it! Trunks Briefs is coming to my
house for dinner tonight!