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ANOTHER BORING DAY
The day was dragging on and on like so many days before.
'Maybe today will be the day something interesting will happen.' Lori thought to herself. 'This place sure is dead sometimes.'
Lori was referring to the bank where she had been a teller for two years. Lori barely glanced up when the doors opened and a lone bank patron walked in. She was focused on her magazine that she had brought to pass the time.
"Ahem." A masculine voice came from in front of her window and startled Lori to attention.
"Hi, how can I help you?" Lori greeted the man taking in his handsome appearance and tall stature.
"I'd like to cash these please." He said with a soft Canadian accent.
The man handed her some traveler's cheques. Taking them Lori noticed he possessed the bluest eyes she had ever seen. He had a gorgeous mane of flowing sun-drenched golden hair that reached past his broad shoulders.
"Sure," Lori forced a smile trying not to blush at his presence. She had always hated the fact that just speaking to a good looking guy would cause her to turn crimson. "Do you have your ID please?" She asked politely.
"Uh..yeah sure." The man acted shocked and fumbled to retrieve it from his wallet. "Here you go Miss." 'OK.calm down, just concentrate on your work.' Lori told herself mentally when her cheeks began to burn. 'Don't look at those eyes.'
"OK sign here and date there," Lori pointed out the appropriate locations then looked at the license.
It was a Florida license with the name Christopher Irvine printed across the front.
'Gosh he's cute,' Lori couldn't help but think.
'Man, she's really pretty,' Chris thought to himself as he examined her. 'Is she blushing?'
While she was getting his cash ready, Chris noticed her business cards piled on the counter. On an impulse, he decided to take one.
"So.you are Lori Ford?" Chris asked softly.
"Ah . yes Mr. Irvine." Lori smiled at him.
"Please! We can't be more than a few years different in age, call me Chris. Mr. Irvine is my dad." Chris chided her than got an idea, "Hey I'm not from around here. Can you tell me a good place to go hang out and catch a live band?"
"Hey you could go to the Vanilla Villa and check out the Sonic Drakes." Lori's co-worker Amy Tate overheard and filled in for her. "They're a hot band on the local scene if you're into alternative rock. It's easy to find too."
"Sounds great. How do I get there from the Hilton in the city?" Chris asked.
Amy filled him in on the directions.
"Thank you Amy." Chris nodded and watched Lori thoughtfully as she counted back his money. "So Lori, will you be there tonight?" Chris looked at her intently.
"She sure will be." Amy answered for the shy and now crimson-faced Lori. "We never miss that band when they play."
"Great, then maybe I'll see you there." Chris smiled and walked out the doors.
Stunned Lori watched him go, admiring his physique as he left.
'Wow! That guy was a dreamboat.' She thought inwardly.
"Lori?!? Don't you know who that was?" Amy squealed and smacked herself in the head in exasperation. "No, of course you don't watch it."
"What are you talking about Amy?" Lori asked innocently, "Should I know him?"
"He's famous! He's a wrestler for the WWE on television." Amy laughed. "His name is Chris Jericho in the ring."
"Oh!" Lori was shocked and amazed. "Are you serious?"
"Yes and I think he liked you too." Amy continued.
"No way." Lori denied it.
"Yes way, he took your card and he asked if you were going to be there tonight. Why else would he have done that?" Amy pointed out.
"I'm sure his asking if I would be there was out of politeness." Lori argued, "But he is from Florida, he certainly isn't going to want an account. I don't know why he took a card."
"See!" Amy exclaimed triumphantly. "You've got to go there tonight. I'll go with you, maybe he'll bring one of the other guys with him." Amy gave Lori a knowing wink.
"OK.I'll meet you at your place around 9 o'clock, all right?" Lori agreed to go.
"Perfect. And wear your fuzzy burgundy shirt Lori. You look good in that." Amy advised her.
ANOTHER BORING DAY
The day was dragging on and on like so many days before.
'Maybe today will be the day something interesting will happen.' Lori thought to herself. 'This place sure is dead sometimes.'
Lori was referring to the bank where she had been a teller for two years. Lori barely glanced up when the doors opened and a lone bank patron walked in. She was focused on her magazine that she had brought to pass the time.
"Ahem." A masculine voice came from in front of her window and startled Lori to attention.
"Hi, how can I help you?" Lori greeted the man taking in his handsome appearance and tall stature.
"I'd like to cash these please." He said with a soft Canadian accent.
The man handed her some traveler's cheques. Taking them Lori noticed he possessed the bluest eyes she had ever seen. He had a gorgeous mane of flowing sun-drenched golden hair that reached past his broad shoulders.
"Sure," Lori forced a smile trying not to blush at his presence. She had always hated the fact that just speaking to a good looking guy would cause her to turn crimson. "Do you have your ID please?" She asked politely.
"Uh..yeah sure." The man acted shocked and fumbled to retrieve it from his wallet. "Here you go Miss." 'OK.calm down, just concentrate on your work.' Lori told herself mentally when her cheeks began to burn. 'Don't look at those eyes.'
"OK sign here and date there," Lori pointed out the appropriate locations then looked at the license.
It was a Florida license with the name Christopher Irvine printed across the front.
'Gosh he's cute,' Lori couldn't help but think.
'Man, she's really pretty,' Chris thought to himself as he examined her. 'Is she blushing?'
While she was getting his cash ready, Chris noticed her business cards piled on the counter. On an impulse, he decided to take one.
"So.you are Lori Ford?" Chris asked softly.
"Ah . yes Mr. Irvine." Lori smiled at him.
"Please! We can't be more than a few years different in age, call me Chris. Mr. Irvine is my dad." Chris chided her than got an idea, "Hey I'm not from around here. Can you tell me a good place to go hang out and catch a live band?"
"Hey you could go to the Vanilla Villa and check out the Sonic Drakes." Lori's co-worker Amy Tate overheard and filled in for her. "They're a hot band on the local scene if you're into alternative rock. It's easy to find too."
"Sounds great. How do I get there from the Hilton in the city?" Chris asked.
Amy filled him in on the directions.
"Thank you Amy." Chris nodded and watched Lori thoughtfully as she counted back his money. "So Lori, will you be there tonight?" Chris looked at her intently.
"She sure will be." Amy answered for the shy and now crimson-faced Lori. "We never miss that band when they play."
"Great, then maybe I'll see you there." Chris smiled and walked out the doors.
Stunned Lori watched him go, admiring his physique as he left.
'Wow! That guy was a dreamboat.' She thought inwardly.
"Lori?!? Don't you know who that was?" Amy squealed and smacked herself in the head in exasperation. "No, of course you don't watch it."
"What are you talking about Amy?" Lori asked innocently, "Should I know him?"
"He's famous! He's a wrestler for the WWE on television." Amy laughed. "His name is Chris Jericho in the ring."
"Oh!" Lori was shocked and amazed. "Are you serious?"
"Yes and I think he liked you too." Amy continued.
"No way." Lori denied it.
"Yes way, he took your card and he asked if you were going to be there tonight. Why else would he have done that?" Amy pointed out.
"I'm sure his asking if I would be there was out of politeness." Lori argued, "But he is from Florida, he certainly isn't going to want an account. I don't know why he took a card."
"See!" Amy exclaimed triumphantly. "You've got to go there tonight. I'll go with you, maybe he'll bring one of the other guys with him." Amy gave Lori a knowing wink.
"OK.I'll meet you at your place around 9 o'clock, all right?" Lori agreed to go.
"Perfect. And wear your fuzzy burgundy shirt Lori. You look good in that." Amy advised her.