DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter's character but I do own the plot.

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Chapter four: Who's that guy?

" Drake Malfoy. 450-957-2245". That's all the card gives. No job, no address, no comment, nothing!

" Call him! You're dieing to do so!

- Come on, Maria! I can't call him the day after I met him. I would look as if I was desperate

and just waiting for a guy in my life.

- You are desperate and you do wait for a guy in your life so what's the problem?

- Oh! Thank you! You are so helping me right now. Seriously, I have to wait a little more.

- Ely's right. Besides, she doesn't know him. It might be wise to wait and try to grab a

little more information on him. Well, I have to go. I have million things to take care of

before being back to the sad reality of work tomorrow.

- Wait for me, Iso. I'm going with you. Bye Ely!

- Bye girls! See you tomorrow, for my last week before my well-deserved vacation!

- Don't pull that one on us! "

I stay a little more in the coffee shop. I feel like sipping my coffee calmly while

thinking of my up coming holidays. Two whole weeks! Maybe Drake will want to do some- thing during those weeks? Here I go again. Already thinking of him! Maybe he was just

being polite when he gave me his card. Perhaps he was totally indifferent? Perhaps he's not even thinking of me anymore and he doesn't care if I call him or not. On the other hand, he said he liked me when we met, six years ago. He could've pretend that he did not recognise me!

I'm about to leave the coffee shop when the door opens and Drake comes in. My heart skips a beat. This is the ultimate test I was waiting for. If he says hi and go sit with someone else, it means he was just being polite. If he just pass by and says nothing, it means he doesn't want me to call him. Meanwhile, I pretend to be caught in my reading. I play the one who didn't see him enter.

After a while, I raise my eyes. After all, if I want him to say hi, I must look like I'd

be able to hear it. I see him ordering coffee at the counter. I pretend to be looking elsewhere while still keeping him in sight. I see him turning around to look at me, at the

same time, I turn to him. That's what I call a calculated coincidence. It can work totally for

you or totally against you. It either forces the other to salute or ignore you. As far as I'm

concerned, it seems that it was what Drake was waiting for. He waves to me and turns back to the waitress. I deduce from his attitude that he's here to meet another girl. Maybe the blond bomb behind me. She wishes to hit on him since he entered the place, it shows from the way she looks at him. Perhaps he was saying hi to her instead of me? Drake turns around and start walking in my direction. I start reading again, to hide the deception on my face and to give me a bearing. Instead of stopping at Blondie's table, he stands in front of the chair occupied by Isobel few minutes before. He's smiling at me. God I love his smile!

" Can I join you or you're waiting for someone?" he says. I start panicking. What does that

mean? It was not in my choices! It was a hi or no, not a coffee or no"

" You can, I'm alone." I answer in what I try to be a casual voice.

" You weren't few minutes ago. A nocturnal rendezvous? A handsome stranger?

- No! Just a simple depressed Sunday night coffee.

- Ah! And what a cute little girl like you are doing here alone and depressed at a late time like this?

- Late? It's only ten o'clock. Besides, you said it before, I was not alone. I had two girlfriends with me.

- Two girlfriends! I found it weird that a beautiful stranger leaves lipstick on his cup.

(I laugh) - And you, what are you doing here? Looking for romance?

- Maybe, you'd like to know.

- No, in fact, not really.

- You never thought that, maybe, I was looking for you?

- Huh?"

He smiles at me and I feel uncomfortable. Was he really looking for me? Maybe he thought that, since he saw me in the park, I could be at the coffee shop next to it? No, it's way too.... Weird! I'll change the subject.

"So, how's Dragon?

- Who?

- Your dog, Dragon. That's his name, isn't it?

- Yes...how do you know?

- I saw his necklace...looks exactly like yours.

- The necklace, right. A friend of mine bought one for each of us. He thought it was funny.

- It is. So, did you find him?

- Yes, you know, his never really far.

- Good, he's a beautiful dog. Even his yaps are pleasant.

- Thanks, well, in his name. You didn't call me today."

While saying this, he looked at me straight in the eyes. He was smirking,

obviously, he enjoys seeing me shy like this! The uncomfortable feeling, which had left me a little, is now strongly there. I must find an exit door. I put the blame on him.

" You didn't call me either!

- Yeah, well, I didn't have your phone number. You had mine, though.

- I see... but from all coffee shops in Montreal, you managed to find me here. You could've

find my phone number, if you really wanted it. Besides, you said someday. It's really

vague, I didn't know you meant today.

- True. Who cares! Listen, I don't intend on wasting my time with you finding a guilty

person. That would be ridiculous, don't you think?

- I agree. So, what are you doing here?

- I live here. Literally, I own an apartment on the floor above.

- Good!

- Really practical in the morning. And you?

- Same thing, not literally though. I live two blocks away from here. Do you work?

- Yes, I'm in the teaching business.

- A teacher? Wow, in what school do you teach?

- In fact, I'm a private teacher. I'm not attached to any school. I teach what they ask me to,

wherever they ask me to. What about you?

- I work in a bank. Customer's service. I would've liked to be a teacher.

- Like your grand-mother. She was a teacher too.

- Yeah? I didn't know. In fact, I didn't know her at all; she died before I was born. Anyhow, I always thought she was a doctor or a nurse.

- She was also a nurse. She worked in a hospital and she was also going from school to

school to give first aids classes. She was also really engaged in many humanitarians

foundations with the ministry.

- Here? I thought she always lived in Scotland.

- She did. After she died, your grandfather came to live here with his youngest daughter

Diana, your mother. Peter and Louisa didn't want to come. Peter was already having a

career and Louisa was about to get married to John.

- So, you're from Scotland too?

- Yes and no. I lived there with you aunt Louisa for a while but my parents are from London. I came to live here a year ago, for my job.

- You seem to know a lot about my grandmother but you told me you barely knew her.

- It's true. I learned from my grandfather's journal. He knew her a lot and really liked her so he wrote a lot about her. He liked her kindness and generosity. She was really devoted to her cause and cute! Everything a man looks for in a girl!

- Did your grandfather have a crush on my grandmother?

- Who knows? Maybe, but if it's so, you can say it runs in the family!

***

I'm finally home and it's way passed midnight. Drake and I had a long and

interesting conversation. We talked about my grandmother. I learned that his grandfather, had, indeed, a crush on Lauria, my grandmother. I left him, regretfully, I must admit, because I'm working tomorrow. When he asked, I gave him my phone number. I told him that I would be on vacation next week. I made him understand that I was free and had nothing planed. He made clear that he would call me before next week. All I have to do

now, his wait for his call.... With great patience.