Disclaimer: I still don't own any characters from Dragonball z.
Signs.
Because of yesterday's events Marcel once again joins me at Roy's Café. And sure enough Marcel is grinning as he points at horoscope section. And it feels like dejavu.
"See, it says if you have any plans for the weekend cancel because Venus has enter your house, get ready for some passionate, hot."
"I get the picture," I wave my hand. Not one to back down from a fight Marcel proceeds.
"You're an Air sign, my Gemini and he's what.lets see. well well."
"Well, what?" I ask my curiosity getting the better of me.
"He's born under the element of Fire.ooh my talk about passion." Marcel takes my silence as cue to continue.
".Not only that he's real Leo.Sexual attraction is strong.you find each other to be very magnetic or highly charismatic. The Leo is what one calls the perfect lover-slow, sensual, and appreciative."
"Give me that!" I snatch the book out his hands. I glance at this 'trash'. Marcel only gives me a smug look, "Hmm.the untamable Gemini."
"Just stop it!" I slam the book on the table. Marcel only smiles and picks up the book and continues to read where he left off. ".and he even knows where the less obvious erogenous zones are without a map." "Why do you read this trash, if all fake!" I yelled which earn me the looks of most of the customers. Marcel taking another sip of coffee reads the rest of profile on Leo
"Leos are willing to gamble where romance and love are concerned, since losing is not in their vocabulary." Retorts in a causal manner.
"Bye, see you whenever, I'm off to class" I stormed out of the café. Already my day is going downhill. Fridays are supposed to be good days. ***
As with all things in my life, there is always someone to bring me down. I got my outfit together for tonight, but Trunks wanted to meet for lunch this afternoon.
Thank Kami Its Friday, the one course I loathe: The history of Costume is my last class for today. I would have gotten out on time, but Dr. LePlume wanted to see me after class. Precious seconds ticked away just so he could tell me my recent dress designs sucked. On any other day I would at least considered and ask for advice, but not today. Le'Plume enjoys giving time consuming advice. Thankfully he let me go with out the advice. I glance at my watch, hmm, maybe the bus will be later than usual.
"Tyi, you ok?"
"Yeah, Gina, just. I hate having to rush."
Gina is one of my really good friends. I was walking her to her next and last class. Gina is tall and lanky, with medium short burgundy hair, with a few pink streaks on the sides. She and I as some people would say are yin and yang, vanilla and chocolate. She's just cool like that, other than Marcel, she one the few close network of friends I do have.
"I know what you mean, at least that was your last class, I still have Mrs. Peason."
"Microbiology? What is that anyway?"
"I don't know, but somehow scientist have broken life down to minuscule substances that function on whole."
" Sounds complex."
"Yeah," she stops in front of huge towering building, with bold white letters stamped across the front: Salvador School of Medicine. " I'll come around four to pick up the dress, and thanks so much for helping me out!!" She hugs me.
"Bye,Gina" I wave my hand in a sort peace symbol at her. She waves bye and makes her way into the building.
I make my way towards the parking lot, my short cut. I discovered that cutting across that allows me time to catch the 11:30 bus which is never on time to the Southside of Downtown.
But this was not one of those days. The city decided to shut the lot down for maintenance. So now I did have to run a mini marathon to the bus stop, mind you I'm carrying about 40 lbs of textbooks.
I run my little heart out, constantly checking my watch. Just five more minutes left. The goal was in reach, and so was the bus that drove off without me.
It was early!! What the fuck!! The one time when I expected it to be late as usual, but the powers that be decided that the bus was going to be on time! I fling my arms up in the air. Looking up at the sky I voiced my opinion in a few choice words. Several passer bys stop to ask me if I was okay. "Yes, I'm okay, everything is 'dandy" I start to laugh, which might have scared them. "Just swell." Today was not going well, now I'm definitely going to be late. So I guess tonight won't go over well either. I lean against the bus stop pole. Laughing and convince myself that all is not lost. Why I'm getting so worked up over this! Over trying to impress him?! Tyi does not bend to anyone's will! Damn it. No man will have control over my emotions!
TGIF my ass! I search my purse for my cell. I'm glad he left me his number.
I Dial.
"You have reached the voice mail, please leave your message at the tone."
"Trunks?" I asked not entirely sure that this is indeed his personel cell number. "This is Tyi, and well, it's a long story, listen I don't think I can make lunch.sorry call me back ok," that really didn't sound too remorseful. Well that was that. Just as about to shove my phone back into my purse it rings.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Tyi"
"Trunks,?" I say it like a celebrity just called me, someone like Julia Roberts, or the guy from that movie.
"Where are you exactly?" I can hear the traffic in the background.
"19th N Ave."
"Well, don't go anywhere, I'll be there in 10 min, okay?"
"Okay" and the other end went dead. But his office is closer to the Southside; he sure is well out his way.
I suddenly felt like a little lost girl. Waiting for her parents to come pick her up. I had no idea what Trunks drives. His own car, or does he have a limo. I look up again at the sky, more rain this weekend. The sky was gray, and the wind was picking up again. I close my eyes for the moment.
Soft splashes of rain hit my face. I open my eyes again. Damn, when was the last time I ever had a good day, and weather matched my mood?
I look around at the shops behind me. Ces' Pizza is the only one with a canopy. I park my rear end there. Standing there watching the rain fall, people coming in and out of the restaurant, cars parking, and leaving. A good twenty minutes have passed. I'm hungry and Ces' Pizza is a good place to have lunch.
I was about to turn to go in, until I heard my name. I turn and there he was standing under the canopy with me.
"Sorry, I'm late" he said smiling at me. "I just left West City Middle School, my sister had emergency"
"Is every alright, nothing bad happen?"
" Nah, she fine, lets go in," he opens the door for me, "and you can tell me how's your day been so far"
"Do you really want to know?" I smirk at him.
" Why yes, dear." he joked, still thinking about the incident from yesterday.
We took a remaining corner booth; most of the restaurants in this area receive a large flow of lunch customers. Removing his coat, he took a seat next to me. He wasn't dress for the office. He was wearing some cargo pants and slate gray turtleneck. Must be causal day. The waiter came and placed our menus, and took our drink orders.
"So what are you getting?" he asks eying the menu, at assortment of choices in Italian eatery. Pizzas, Cal zones, sandwiches, etc.,
" I don't know, maybe a salad, soup, or both.you"
" I think I'll have the chicken alfedo.with a side salad." he trailed off the waiter came back with our drinks. We placed our orders.
"So how was your day so far," he said, than taking a sip of his tea. Stirring my straw around my water, I stare at the ice cubes swirling around for a moment, before answering.
"Well, I got my test back today, my teacher wanted to see me after class about my designs. He hates them. Missed the bus that would have taken me to the Southside, where we agreed to meet, but enough about me how was your day." It didn't sound half as bad as I thought it was; I left out the part about the parking lot and half marathon I ran. I took a sip of my water. Trunks smiled " I wasted another two hours of my life in a meeting, that accomplished nothing. The speaker talked so much and slow I consider tossing him out the window, than there was an meeting with one of the teachers at my sisters school, and preparing for tonight's gala; which I would have say will be one the highlights of my day." He moved a tad closer to me, looking me straight in the eye.
I'm not blushing. I'm blushing.
The waiter arrives with our food. Thank Kami, because I would have said something stupid.
We talked mostly about nothing. When I mentioned Marcel was into the whole drag queen thing. Trunks said that there was this guy who apparently has the hots for him, the whole idea disturb him. He explains that Joel, that's the guy's name, works harder than most of his other employees.
"Well, most of your employees are women, it's hard to work effetely with distractions," I added as my gaze leveled with his. Than I notice that our short distance was cut considerably in half. Our noses where almost touching.
"Yeah, distractions can break one's concentration."
"I-I." I mumbled Wow, he has really nice eyes, and he smells really good. And those lips are just kissable. Wait a minuet. Control yourself girl. Need to break this off.think.ah hah.
"Oh, gee would ya look at the time," I said nervously, looking at my watch, " .time how it does fly ," I clear my throat as I turn my head away from him. I know my face is red hot. I glance out the corner of my eye, Mr. Ceo just picks at his food. Where's our waiter. Ah, there he is. I motion for our waiter, to bring the checks.
Trunks in turn took mines from my hand, "Lunch is my treat"
For once the sky was clearing and my mood was matching the weather.
"So what are you up to now," he asks me once we got outside.
"Well, I have to go grocery shopping, finish some alterations on a dress, and get ready for this evening."
" Would you like a ride to the store to save time."
"I would love a ride, but being a CEO and such, do you have time to."
" I can MAKE time," he said as he opens the passenger door to the car.
****** Thank you readers! For all the encouragement to keep this story going, it's because of you that this story keeps on. Oh, by the way to check out Matchmaker Wars at Studio Happi.
Signs.
Because of yesterday's events Marcel once again joins me at Roy's Café. And sure enough Marcel is grinning as he points at horoscope section. And it feels like dejavu.
"See, it says if you have any plans for the weekend cancel because Venus has enter your house, get ready for some passionate, hot."
"I get the picture," I wave my hand. Not one to back down from a fight Marcel proceeds.
"You're an Air sign, my Gemini and he's what.lets see. well well."
"Well, what?" I ask my curiosity getting the better of me.
"He's born under the element of Fire.ooh my talk about passion." Marcel takes my silence as cue to continue.
".Not only that he's real Leo.Sexual attraction is strong.you find each other to be very magnetic or highly charismatic. The Leo is what one calls the perfect lover-slow, sensual, and appreciative."
"Give me that!" I snatch the book out his hands. I glance at this 'trash'. Marcel only gives me a smug look, "Hmm.the untamable Gemini."
"Just stop it!" I slam the book on the table. Marcel only smiles and picks up the book and continues to read where he left off. ".and he even knows where the less obvious erogenous zones are without a map." "Why do you read this trash, if all fake!" I yelled which earn me the looks of most of the customers. Marcel taking another sip of coffee reads the rest of profile on Leo
"Leos are willing to gamble where romance and love are concerned, since losing is not in their vocabulary." Retorts in a causal manner.
"Bye, see you whenever, I'm off to class" I stormed out of the café. Already my day is going downhill. Fridays are supposed to be good days. ***
As with all things in my life, there is always someone to bring me down. I got my outfit together for tonight, but Trunks wanted to meet for lunch this afternoon.
Thank Kami Its Friday, the one course I loathe: The history of Costume is my last class for today. I would have gotten out on time, but Dr. LePlume wanted to see me after class. Precious seconds ticked away just so he could tell me my recent dress designs sucked. On any other day I would at least considered and ask for advice, but not today. Le'Plume enjoys giving time consuming advice. Thankfully he let me go with out the advice. I glance at my watch, hmm, maybe the bus will be later than usual.
"Tyi, you ok?"
"Yeah, Gina, just. I hate having to rush."
Gina is one of my really good friends. I was walking her to her next and last class. Gina is tall and lanky, with medium short burgundy hair, with a few pink streaks on the sides. She and I as some people would say are yin and yang, vanilla and chocolate. She's just cool like that, other than Marcel, she one the few close network of friends I do have.
"I know what you mean, at least that was your last class, I still have Mrs. Peason."
"Microbiology? What is that anyway?"
"I don't know, but somehow scientist have broken life down to minuscule substances that function on whole."
" Sounds complex."
"Yeah," she stops in front of huge towering building, with bold white letters stamped across the front: Salvador School of Medicine. " I'll come around four to pick up the dress, and thanks so much for helping me out!!" She hugs me.
"Bye,Gina" I wave my hand in a sort peace symbol at her. She waves bye and makes her way into the building.
I make my way towards the parking lot, my short cut. I discovered that cutting across that allows me time to catch the 11:30 bus which is never on time to the Southside of Downtown.
But this was not one of those days. The city decided to shut the lot down for maintenance. So now I did have to run a mini marathon to the bus stop, mind you I'm carrying about 40 lbs of textbooks.
I run my little heart out, constantly checking my watch. Just five more minutes left. The goal was in reach, and so was the bus that drove off without me.
It was early!! What the fuck!! The one time when I expected it to be late as usual, but the powers that be decided that the bus was going to be on time! I fling my arms up in the air. Looking up at the sky I voiced my opinion in a few choice words. Several passer bys stop to ask me if I was okay. "Yes, I'm okay, everything is 'dandy" I start to laugh, which might have scared them. "Just swell." Today was not going well, now I'm definitely going to be late. So I guess tonight won't go over well either. I lean against the bus stop pole. Laughing and convince myself that all is not lost. Why I'm getting so worked up over this! Over trying to impress him?! Tyi does not bend to anyone's will! Damn it. No man will have control over my emotions!
TGIF my ass! I search my purse for my cell. I'm glad he left me his number.
I Dial.
"You have reached the voice mail, please leave your message at the tone."
"Trunks?" I asked not entirely sure that this is indeed his personel cell number. "This is Tyi, and well, it's a long story, listen I don't think I can make lunch.sorry call me back ok," that really didn't sound too remorseful. Well that was that. Just as about to shove my phone back into my purse it rings.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Tyi"
"Trunks,?" I say it like a celebrity just called me, someone like Julia Roberts, or the guy from that movie.
"Where are you exactly?" I can hear the traffic in the background.
"19th N Ave."
"Well, don't go anywhere, I'll be there in 10 min, okay?"
"Okay" and the other end went dead. But his office is closer to the Southside; he sure is well out his way.
I suddenly felt like a little lost girl. Waiting for her parents to come pick her up. I had no idea what Trunks drives. His own car, or does he have a limo. I look up again at the sky, more rain this weekend. The sky was gray, and the wind was picking up again. I close my eyes for the moment.
Soft splashes of rain hit my face. I open my eyes again. Damn, when was the last time I ever had a good day, and weather matched my mood?
I look around at the shops behind me. Ces' Pizza is the only one with a canopy. I park my rear end there. Standing there watching the rain fall, people coming in and out of the restaurant, cars parking, and leaving. A good twenty minutes have passed. I'm hungry and Ces' Pizza is a good place to have lunch.
I was about to turn to go in, until I heard my name. I turn and there he was standing under the canopy with me.
"Sorry, I'm late" he said smiling at me. "I just left West City Middle School, my sister had emergency"
"Is every alright, nothing bad happen?"
" Nah, she fine, lets go in," he opens the door for me, "and you can tell me how's your day been so far"
"Do you really want to know?" I smirk at him.
" Why yes, dear." he joked, still thinking about the incident from yesterday.
We took a remaining corner booth; most of the restaurants in this area receive a large flow of lunch customers. Removing his coat, he took a seat next to me. He wasn't dress for the office. He was wearing some cargo pants and slate gray turtleneck. Must be causal day. The waiter came and placed our menus, and took our drink orders.
"So what are you getting?" he asks eying the menu, at assortment of choices in Italian eatery. Pizzas, Cal zones, sandwiches, etc.,
" I don't know, maybe a salad, soup, or both.you"
" I think I'll have the chicken alfedo.with a side salad." he trailed off the waiter came back with our drinks. We placed our orders.
"So how was your day so far," he said, than taking a sip of his tea. Stirring my straw around my water, I stare at the ice cubes swirling around for a moment, before answering.
"Well, I got my test back today, my teacher wanted to see me after class about my designs. He hates them. Missed the bus that would have taken me to the Southside, where we agreed to meet, but enough about me how was your day." It didn't sound half as bad as I thought it was; I left out the part about the parking lot and half marathon I ran. I took a sip of my water. Trunks smiled " I wasted another two hours of my life in a meeting, that accomplished nothing. The speaker talked so much and slow I consider tossing him out the window, than there was an meeting with one of the teachers at my sisters school, and preparing for tonight's gala; which I would have say will be one the highlights of my day." He moved a tad closer to me, looking me straight in the eye.
I'm not blushing. I'm blushing.
The waiter arrives with our food. Thank Kami, because I would have said something stupid.
We talked mostly about nothing. When I mentioned Marcel was into the whole drag queen thing. Trunks said that there was this guy who apparently has the hots for him, the whole idea disturb him. He explains that Joel, that's the guy's name, works harder than most of his other employees.
"Well, most of your employees are women, it's hard to work effetely with distractions," I added as my gaze leveled with his. Than I notice that our short distance was cut considerably in half. Our noses where almost touching.
"Yeah, distractions can break one's concentration."
"I-I." I mumbled Wow, he has really nice eyes, and he smells really good. And those lips are just kissable. Wait a minuet. Control yourself girl. Need to break this off.think.ah hah.
"Oh, gee would ya look at the time," I said nervously, looking at my watch, " .time how it does fly ," I clear my throat as I turn my head away from him. I know my face is red hot. I glance out the corner of my eye, Mr. Ceo just picks at his food. Where's our waiter. Ah, there he is. I motion for our waiter, to bring the checks.
Trunks in turn took mines from my hand, "Lunch is my treat"
For once the sky was clearing and my mood was matching the weather.
"So what are you up to now," he asks me once we got outside.
"Well, I have to go grocery shopping, finish some alterations on a dress, and get ready for this evening."
" Would you like a ride to the store to save time."
"I would love a ride, but being a CEO and such, do you have time to."
" I can MAKE time," he said as he opens the passenger door to the car.
****** Thank you readers! For all the encouragement to keep this story going, it's because of you that this story keeps on. Oh, by the way to check out Matchmaker Wars at Studio Happi.