Chapter 3
The end of the week at eventually arrived, and for the first time in ages she was excited. Café Rouge is a pretty swanky place, well at least it is in Roswell, and if you had the money if was great. Other wise it was a special occasion and you'll end up paying for it until the grand children arrive. Wearing the black and red dress, she walked in as Mr. Anderson stood up. She smiled; he'd remembered what she looked like. And he was more then Maria had ever expected. He was dressed all in black. A nice black polo neck, with black versace jeans on. Not to tight, and he was quite toned. Must have rich parents I guess, wouldn't be from around here would he? As she sat down she realised of course he wasn't. A charming good looking guy from around here you must be joking. Not an alien was he? A shin? A shape changer? Get over yourself Maria. There's only one, alien who's scum and he wasn't going to be anywhere near them.
Michael was worried. No Maria in sight, she'd avoided him all week what the hell was going on? Maria usually came running back right about now. Well at least he thought they would have sorted things out, and the eraser room would have been occupied.
Things were going well with Mr Anderson. They were in deep conversation and everything was definitely looking up.
They were finishing up when the waitress was asking them if they wanted the dessert menu.
"Uh, no not for me thanks." Anderson nodded his head lightly to and asked for the bill.
"You never did tell me your first name?"
"You never asked." But that wasn't what he was thinking. Throughout the whole dinner he couldn't take his eyes of Maria. She was the prettiest girl in sight, and every man envied him. "I'll make a deal with you. I'll tell you my name, and even what I'm doing here in Roswell."
"The catch?"
"You tell me how a lucky guy like Michael was so blinded he couldn't see what he had? Cause I'm blinded by your beauty." He looked deeply into her eyes.
"What a line, cheesy to. Did you get extra cheese with that?"
"I know, but it cracked you up am I right?"
"Need a name."
"Ok, it's Scott. Typical all American name I know but hey I didn't choose it. I'll soon be attending your school; my parents are the new owners of the UFO centre across the road there. So I guess we'll be seeing quite a lot of each other."
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The end of the week at eventually arrived, and for the first time in ages she was excited. Café Rouge is a pretty swanky place, well at least it is in Roswell, and if you had the money if was great. Other wise it was a special occasion and you'll end up paying for it until the grand children arrive. Wearing the black and red dress, she walked in as Mr. Anderson stood up. She smiled; he'd remembered what she looked like. And he was more then Maria had ever expected. He was dressed all in black. A nice black polo neck, with black versace jeans on. Not to tight, and he was quite toned. Must have rich parents I guess, wouldn't be from around here would he? As she sat down she realised of course he wasn't. A charming good looking guy from around here you must be joking. Not an alien was he? A shin? A shape changer? Get over yourself Maria. There's only one, alien who's scum and he wasn't going to be anywhere near them.
Michael was worried. No Maria in sight, she'd avoided him all week what the hell was going on? Maria usually came running back right about now. Well at least he thought they would have sorted things out, and the eraser room would have been occupied.
Things were going well with Mr Anderson. They were in deep conversation and everything was definitely looking up.
They were finishing up when the waitress was asking them if they wanted the dessert menu.
"Uh, no not for me thanks." Anderson nodded his head lightly to and asked for the bill.
"You never did tell me your first name?"
"You never asked." But that wasn't what he was thinking. Throughout the whole dinner he couldn't take his eyes of Maria. She was the prettiest girl in sight, and every man envied him. "I'll make a deal with you. I'll tell you my name, and even what I'm doing here in Roswell."
"The catch?"
"You tell me how a lucky guy like Michael was so blinded he couldn't see what he had? Cause I'm blinded by your beauty." He looked deeply into her eyes.
"What a line, cheesy to. Did you get extra cheese with that?"
"I know, but it cracked you up am I right?"
"Need a name."
"Ok, it's Scott. Typical all American name I know but hey I didn't choose it. I'll soon be attending your school; my parents are the new owners of the UFO centre across the road there. So I guess we'll be seeing quite a lot of each other."
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