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This is where it gets going. The plot thickens and relationships develop ;- )
This is where Sora . . . Look what you people r doing 2 me, I mean, read on! (& rvw!)
CHAPTER 8 (A cuppa)
Sora urgently jabbed at the buttons on the control panel of the lift. She was going to warn Matt about the 'mad professor' and the conspiracy against him. The more Sora thought about it, the more she panicked. Finally the elevator stopped and the doors parted to reveal the passage she had strolled down yesterday morning. It seemed so impossible that this time yesterday she was doing the same thing, but so differently.
Sora finally reached Matt's room in a troubled flurry. She knocked sharply and impatiently fiddled as she waited for an answer. Abruptly, the door opened and Matt's cheerful face greeted her.
'Hi! So you're here to sort out that unfinished business of ours, hey?' he asked teasingly. Ignoring Matt's cheer and without wasting any time, Sora dived into her long story.
'No, listen. This is serious. You see, yesterday after I left and got into the elevator it was the time when all the lights . . .'
'Hang on, hang on!' interrupted Matt with a concerned expression on his face.
'But this is . . .'
'Shh! Calm down.'
'Look, it's really very . . .'
'No, you look. You're really working yourself up.' soothed Matt, gently resting his hand on her shoulder, 'Why don't we go and find a Starbucks and you can tell me all about it over a cuppa, OK?'
Well, she did need to get something into her grumbling tummy . . . but . . . no! She couldn't do that because then she could be walking straight into the trap of those psychos. Her tummy gave a loud groan and Sora blushed.
'Well, your stomach certainly agrees with me. Come on, it's just a cup of coffee.' he nagged and then reached for his coat and keys without waiting for her to answer.
'OK,' agreed Sora as Matt closed the door behind him. 'But only for a few minutes.' she warned after a swift glance at her watch.
As she walked down the passage next to Matt, Sora smoothed down her creased shirt and skirt as best she could. What a night! she thought.
They reached the elevator and Matt stood back to give her way. She took in a deep breath before stepping in, as if debating whether to continue. Matt threw her a strange yet concerned glance.
'Um . . . nice cologne.' she stuttered pathetically. Actually. . . it was quite nice.
CHAPTER 9 (Well.what is it?)
'It's hot!' squealed Sora. She was perched on the edge of her seat in the Starbucks coffee shop and sipping tentatively on her hot coffee. She was so hungry that Matt only just managed to get an order out of her. Since it had arrived, all she had done was stuff herself with muffins. Matt stared on in disbelief. How could one, single person fit that many muffins into her tummy or even her mouth? Even he couldn't do that! Still, he didn't mind- she looked cute. (Well cuter than when she was mad!)
Finally Sora reached for a napkin and dabbed at her mouth. That reminded her: she must look like hell!
'I'm sorry Matt. I really need to take a trip to the ladies. Why don't you get the bill? Okay?' she said hurriedly as she got up.
'Um . . . sure.' stuttered Matt uncertainly, to what would have been Sora, if she hadn't bolted off the way she did.
*****
Matt shivered uncontrollably in the cold air outside of the coffee shop.
'Hey!' Matt turned to see Sora stroll through the door of the coffee shop. She seemed very bright-eyed and really bushy-tailed. He was thinking of asking her if she always had breakfast so passionately, but he preferred to die another day.
'Where you off to?' asked Sora with her hands on her hips as Matt strolled off a bit disappointedly in the opposite direction. He turned around and Sora noticed a familiar shade of pink form around his cheeks.
'I thought you only had a few minutes and had to get back to the hotel.' he explained sheepishly, pointing over his shoulder, in the direction of the hotel.
'No, I needed to tell you something, remember?' she said before she carried on down the street. Matt scurried to catch up with her.
They sauntered aimlessly down a street or two and took random turns now and then, all the while surrounded by a thoughtful and surprisingly comfortable silence.
'What were you going to tell me?' Matt broke the stillness that was slowly becoming a bit restless.
'Well . . .' Sora wondered whether she to let him know right away or if she could buy him some time before he had to know. She glanced at his concerned face. His sober mouth cracked into an affectionate smile and his baby blue eyes shone with friendliness. She couldn't! Instead she smiled back warmly, genuinely.
'I don't know . . .' Sora started, but was interrupted by the annoying summoning of a mobile. The ringing continued and Sora cursed under her breath about 'those inconsiderate people nowadays'. Then Sora recognised it as her own mobile and, by now thoroughly embarrassed, rummaged through her bag for it.
*******
'I'm really sorry! None of this was supposed to happen. I totally forgot about everything!' she apologised profusely to Matt in the lobby of the hotel. Sora had forgotten all about signing in at reception, like she was supposed to every working morning. Mr. Stein, her boss, has frantically called her to tell hell her to 'get her skinny ass down to the hotel'. Even more frantically, he had screamed and shouted at her in front of everyone in the lobby about responsibility and punctuality. She wished whole- heartedly that a baby tornado could have just flown in and swept her away, saving her the embarrassment of the entire situation.
Matt just laughed and said, 'It's fine, honestly.'
Just then Mr. Stein returned and glared disapprovingly at her and Matt. He had 'graciously' given her five minutes with Matt. After all, how much did a room attendant have to say to her rich and famous patron, thought Mr. Stein.
'Look, I'll leave my number at reception. Call me.' whispered Matt quickly, noticing the life-endangering glances he was getting from Mr. Stein. 'Bye!' he said as he made his way to the door, all smiles.
Sora dragged herself off to the kitchen, dreading even the thought of any physical action. What she did want to do however, was pluck Matt's number from Linda at reception.
~ And so chapter 9 ends.
Hey U, yes you - Please review [or u'll have me 2 deal with. AND the fact that u're probably on another continent is TOTALLY irrelevant!]
This is where it gets going. The plot thickens and relationships develop ;- )
This is where Sora . . . Look what you people r doing 2 me, I mean, read on! (& rvw!)
CHAPTER 8 (A cuppa)
Sora urgently jabbed at the buttons on the control panel of the lift. She was going to warn Matt about the 'mad professor' and the conspiracy against him. The more Sora thought about it, the more she panicked. Finally the elevator stopped and the doors parted to reveal the passage she had strolled down yesterday morning. It seemed so impossible that this time yesterday she was doing the same thing, but so differently.
Sora finally reached Matt's room in a troubled flurry. She knocked sharply and impatiently fiddled as she waited for an answer. Abruptly, the door opened and Matt's cheerful face greeted her.
'Hi! So you're here to sort out that unfinished business of ours, hey?' he asked teasingly. Ignoring Matt's cheer and without wasting any time, Sora dived into her long story.
'No, listen. This is serious. You see, yesterday after I left and got into the elevator it was the time when all the lights . . .'
'Hang on, hang on!' interrupted Matt with a concerned expression on his face.
'But this is . . .'
'Shh! Calm down.'
'Look, it's really very . . .'
'No, you look. You're really working yourself up.' soothed Matt, gently resting his hand on her shoulder, 'Why don't we go and find a Starbucks and you can tell me all about it over a cuppa, OK?'
Well, she did need to get something into her grumbling tummy . . . but . . . no! She couldn't do that because then she could be walking straight into the trap of those psychos. Her tummy gave a loud groan and Sora blushed.
'Well, your stomach certainly agrees with me. Come on, it's just a cup of coffee.' he nagged and then reached for his coat and keys without waiting for her to answer.
'OK,' agreed Sora as Matt closed the door behind him. 'But only for a few minutes.' she warned after a swift glance at her watch.
As she walked down the passage next to Matt, Sora smoothed down her creased shirt and skirt as best she could. What a night! she thought.
They reached the elevator and Matt stood back to give her way. She took in a deep breath before stepping in, as if debating whether to continue. Matt threw her a strange yet concerned glance.
'Um . . . nice cologne.' she stuttered pathetically. Actually. . . it was quite nice.
CHAPTER 9 (Well.what is it?)
'It's hot!' squealed Sora. She was perched on the edge of her seat in the Starbucks coffee shop and sipping tentatively on her hot coffee. She was so hungry that Matt only just managed to get an order out of her. Since it had arrived, all she had done was stuff herself with muffins. Matt stared on in disbelief. How could one, single person fit that many muffins into her tummy or even her mouth? Even he couldn't do that! Still, he didn't mind- she looked cute. (Well cuter than when she was mad!)
Finally Sora reached for a napkin and dabbed at her mouth. That reminded her: she must look like hell!
'I'm sorry Matt. I really need to take a trip to the ladies. Why don't you get the bill? Okay?' she said hurriedly as she got up.
'Um . . . sure.' stuttered Matt uncertainly, to what would have been Sora, if she hadn't bolted off the way she did.
*****
Matt shivered uncontrollably in the cold air outside of the coffee shop.
'Hey!' Matt turned to see Sora stroll through the door of the coffee shop. She seemed very bright-eyed and really bushy-tailed. He was thinking of asking her if she always had breakfast so passionately, but he preferred to die another day.
'Where you off to?' asked Sora with her hands on her hips as Matt strolled off a bit disappointedly in the opposite direction. He turned around and Sora noticed a familiar shade of pink form around his cheeks.
'I thought you only had a few minutes and had to get back to the hotel.' he explained sheepishly, pointing over his shoulder, in the direction of the hotel.
'No, I needed to tell you something, remember?' she said before she carried on down the street. Matt scurried to catch up with her.
They sauntered aimlessly down a street or two and took random turns now and then, all the while surrounded by a thoughtful and surprisingly comfortable silence.
'What were you going to tell me?' Matt broke the stillness that was slowly becoming a bit restless.
'Well . . .' Sora wondered whether she to let him know right away or if she could buy him some time before he had to know. She glanced at his concerned face. His sober mouth cracked into an affectionate smile and his baby blue eyes shone with friendliness. She couldn't! Instead she smiled back warmly, genuinely.
'I don't know . . .' Sora started, but was interrupted by the annoying summoning of a mobile. The ringing continued and Sora cursed under her breath about 'those inconsiderate people nowadays'. Then Sora recognised it as her own mobile and, by now thoroughly embarrassed, rummaged through her bag for it.
*******
'I'm really sorry! None of this was supposed to happen. I totally forgot about everything!' she apologised profusely to Matt in the lobby of the hotel. Sora had forgotten all about signing in at reception, like she was supposed to every working morning. Mr. Stein, her boss, has frantically called her to tell hell her to 'get her skinny ass down to the hotel'. Even more frantically, he had screamed and shouted at her in front of everyone in the lobby about responsibility and punctuality. She wished whole- heartedly that a baby tornado could have just flown in and swept her away, saving her the embarrassment of the entire situation.
Matt just laughed and said, 'It's fine, honestly.'
Just then Mr. Stein returned and glared disapprovingly at her and Matt. He had 'graciously' given her five minutes with Matt. After all, how much did a room attendant have to say to her rich and famous patron, thought Mr. Stein.
'Look, I'll leave my number at reception. Call me.' whispered Matt quickly, noticing the life-endangering glances he was getting from Mr. Stein. 'Bye!' he said as he made his way to the door, all smiles.
Sora dragged herself off to the kitchen, dreading even the thought of any physical action. What she did want to do however, was pluck Matt's number from Linda at reception.
~ And so chapter 9 ends.
Hey U, yes you - Please review [or u'll have me 2 deal with. AND the fact that u're probably on another continent is TOTALLY irrelevant!]