Ryan Starr slumped in his chair. The meeting was taking longer than
expected. His father, the President of the United States, had told him to
come and see how they discuss foreign affairs.
Ryan's cell phone went off. He apologized and walked out to answer the call. Thanking God, he answered.
"Starr here."
"Hey! O'Malley here!"
"Hey Rob."
"Hey Ryan! Guess what?"
"You're finally getting the courage to ask out Ashley?"
"Man you spoil everything!"
Ryan laughed. Rob was just like his dad, Firefighter Jack O'Malley. The "family" had come to England with the Starrs.
"So what are you up to?"
"Meeting. I told you that this morning."
"Yeah, but you told me that while I was eating."
"For the stomach is stronger than the mind."
"So true, so true."
Ryan laughed once again. Rob always found his friends so serious. He always tried to lighten the mood.
"So what are you up to?"
"Oh. Aunt Kate is trying to get the bad guy to be negotiable."
"Ah, being the negotiator that she once was. How's it going so far?"
"Well, there was a gun shot, and now Uncle Dave is running around like a chicken with it's head cut off."
"I hope she's okay."
"Yeah, everything's fine."
"That's good to hear."
"I guess so. Hold on real quick. Uncle Dave, Aunt Kate's fine! He's still running around or should I say pacing."
"Well they are a happy 'married' couple."
"Is that a turkey sandwich?"
"Are you listening to me?"
"Gosh, this thing tastes great!"
"Rob you're an idiot!"
"Thanks."
"And now he talks."
"I'm going to have to save you one of these. These rock!"
"Well let me get going. Dad will probably think I ran off not caring about my obligations."
"Okay dude. Meet us at the hotel later."
"Count on it!"
Ryan sighed. He really didn't want to go back into he conference room. But obligations were obligations. He turned the knob and walked in to pursue the torture.
Katrina looked down at her daily schedule.
12:00 am – 4:00 am: Sleep
4:00 am – 4:30 am: Get Ready
4:30 am – 6:00 am: School
6:00 am – 12:00 pm: Bookstore
12:00 pm- 9:00 pm: Sharlotte's Restaurant
10:00 pm – 11:00 pm: Gym
11:00 pm – 12:00 am: Eat/Study
Katrina sighed.
"Well classes are over. Now time for the bookstore."
As she passed the Grand British Hotel, she stared at a huge family walking up the walk.
"Americans?" wondered Katrina.
"O'Malley!"
Katrina turned to find Glacia walking up to her. She saw the whole group turn when O'Malley was shouted.
"Glacia Thompson. How may I help you?"
"You can get a life or instead you can go back to your country."
"Not this topic again." Katrina grumbled.
"What did you say?"
"Absolutely nothing."
"Will you stop those dang mumblings?"
"Ms. Thompson if you don't need me. I really must get to work."
"Whatever O'Malley."
Glacia flicked back her hair and walked off. Katrina turned back towards the staircase.
"I wonder who they were?"
Katrina scrubbed the dishes fast and hard. She needed to go home and study, she had gym, and then about a couple hours of sleep.
Mr. Johnston, the restaurant owner, walked through the double doors. He looked glad, and she knew no yelling was going to come. Whenever there was a "special" guest, there was no yelling only warning. The only problem was the restaurant was closed.
"I have a guest here. He is very important. If you mess up you are out of here. All you have to do is serve him coffee. He's in the VIP room, trying to escape the crowds outside. I need to go home. So now screwing up understood?" Mr. Johnston said angrily.
Katrina just nodded her head. As he left the kitchen to the parking lot, she sighed. Wiping her hands she grabbed a coffee pot and walked towards the room.
Compared to the rest of the restaurant it was brightly lit. As her eyes adjusted, she was greeted with a smile. Ryan Starr. The President's son. She knew not to smile, not to make any real contact. No wonder why there were crowds everywhere out there. She carefully poured into his cup, laid some cream and was turning to leave.
"Thank you, but forgive me for saying but you look sad. Is there something bothering you?"
She turned to face him and broke a smile.
"There's nothing you can do for me. It's a pretty rough life, but a celebrity such as yourself just wouldn't understand."
He had no smile as she walked out.
Katrina was still bothered. She treated Ryan really harsh. But she couldn't risk it. Having her life now was in ruins. Involving someone like him just would destroy whatever she had left.
Katrina walked back to the room to find it empty. She wasn't surprised most people left after they met her. To her surprise there was a note on the table.
To: Katrina
Whatever is bothering you, it looks bad. Meet me at the garden square at midnight. If not, I understand. I'll give you an hour.
Ryan Starr
She sighed. This needed to end. She had no choice but to go. She quickly locked up, and made her way to the garden square.
Ryan looked at his watch. It read 12:55 am. She wasn't coming. Still five minutes to go. He heard the shuffling of running steps. He was about to hide when he saw it was Katrina.
He smiled warmly at her. She merely ran behind him.
"Do you know how to defend yourself?"
"Yes. Why?"
"Just do me this one favor. I'll do anything."
"What's going on?"
Two middle-aged men came into the square.
"Hey boy! I stay out of this if I were you."
"Come now love! We won't hurt you too much."
"Hey why don't you two respectable gentlemen go home? I'm sure your wives would like that."
"I said stay out of this."
Ryan took a blow to the face. He heard Katrina gasp in surprise. Ryan grabbed her wrist and they took off in the opposite direction.
"I thought you said you could defend yourself."
"I can when I need too."
"Then would have been a good time."
"Why is was just one punch?"
They eventually heard the footsteps stop, but Katrina was exhausted before either of them knew it she collapsed into his arms.
"Okay... great."
Ryan's cell phone went off. He apologized and walked out to answer the call. Thanking God, he answered.
"Starr here."
"Hey! O'Malley here!"
"Hey Rob."
"Hey Ryan! Guess what?"
"You're finally getting the courage to ask out Ashley?"
"Man you spoil everything!"
Ryan laughed. Rob was just like his dad, Firefighter Jack O'Malley. The "family" had come to England with the Starrs.
"So what are you up to?"
"Meeting. I told you that this morning."
"Yeah, but you told me that while I was eating."
"For the stomach is stronger than the mind."
"So true, so true."
Ryan laughed once again. Rob always found his friends so serious. He always tried to lighten the mood.
"So what are you up to?"
"Oh. Aunt Kate is trying to get the bad guy to be negotiable."
"Ah, being the negotiator that she once was. How's it going so far?"
"Well, there was a gun shot, and now Uncle Dave is running around like a chicken with it's head cut off."
"I hope she's okay."
"Yeah, everything's fine."
"That's good to hear."
"I guess so. Hold on real quick. Uncle Dave, Aunt Kate's fine! He's still running around or should I say pacing."
"Well they are a happy 'married' couple."
"Is that a turkey sandwich?"
"Are you listening to me?"
"Gosh, this thing tastes great!"
"Rob you're an idiot!"
"Thanks."
"And now he talks."
"I'm going to have to save you one of these. These rock!"
"Well let me get going. Dad will probably think I ran off not caring about my obligations."
"Okay dude. Meet us at the hotel later."
"Count on it!"
Ryan sighed. He really didn't want to go back into he conference room. But obligations were obligations. He turned the knob and walked in to pursue the torture.
Katrina looked down at her daily schedule.
12:00 am – 4:00 am: Sleep
4:00 am – 4:30 am: Get Ready
4:30 am – 6:00 am: School
6:00 am – 12:00 pm: Bookstore
12:00 pm- 9:00 pm: Sharlotte's Restaurant
10:00 pm – 11:00 pm: Gym
11:00 pm – 12:00 am: Eat/Study
Katrina sighed.
"Well classes are over. Now time for the bookstore."
As she passed the Grand British Hotel, she stared at a huge family walking up the walk.
"Americans?" wondered Katrina.
"O'Malley!"
Katrina turned to find Glacia walking up to her. She saw the whole group turn when O'Malley was shouted.
"Glacia Thompson. How may I help you?"
"You can get a life or instead you can go back to your country."
"Not this topic again." Katrina grumbled.
"What did you say?"
"Absolutely nothing."
"Will you stop those dang mumblings?"
"Ms. Thompson if you don't need me. I really must get to work."
"Whatever O'Malley."
Glacia flicked back her hair and walked off. Katrina turned back towards the staircase.
"I wonder who they were?"
Katrina scrubbed the dishes fast and hard. She needed to go home and study, she had gym, and then about a couple hours of sleep.
Mr. Johnston, the restaurant owner, walked through the double doors. He looked glad, and she knew no yelling was going to come. Whenever there was a "special" guest, there was no yelling only warning. The only problem was the restaurant was closed.
"I have a guest here. He is very important. If you mess up you are out of here. All you have to do is serve him coffee. He's in the VIP room, trying to escape the crowds outside. I need to go home. So now screwing up understood?" Mr. Johnston said angrily.
Katrina just nodded her head. As he left the kitchen to the parking lot, she sighed. Wiping her hands she grabbed a coffee pot and walked towards the room.
Compared to the rest of the restaurant it was brightly lit. As her eyes adjusted, she was greeted with a smile. Ryan Starr. The President's son. She knew not to smile, not to make any real contact. No wonder why there were crowds everywhere out there. She carefully poured into his cup, laid some cream and was turning to leave.
"Thank you, but forgive me for saying but you look sad. Is there something bothering you?"
She turned to face him and broke a smile.
"There's nothing you can do for me. It's a pretty rough life, but a celebrity such as yourself just wouldn't understand."
He had no smile as she walked out.
Katrina was still bothered. She treated Ryan really harsh. But she couldn't risk it. Having her life now was in ruins. Involving someone like him just would destroy whatever she had left.
Katrina walked back to the room to find it empty. She wasn't surprised most people left after they met her. To her surprise there was a note on the table.
To: Katrina
Whatever is bothering you, it looks bad. Meet me at the garden square at midnight. If not, I understand. I'll give you an hour.
Ryan Starr
She sighed. This needed to end. She had no choice but to go. She quickly locked up, and made her way to the garden square.
Ryan looked at his watch. It read 12:55 am. She wasn't coming. Still five minutes to go. He heard the shuffling of running steps. He was about to hide when he saw it was Katrina.
He smiled warmly at her. She merely ran behind him.
"Do you know how to defend yourself?"
"Yes. Why?"
"Just do me this one favor. I'll do anything."
"What's going on?"
Two middle-aged men came into the square.
"Hey boy! I stay out of this if I were you."
"Come now love! We won't hurt you too much."
"Hey why don't you two respectable gentlemen go home? I'm sure your wives would like that."
"I said stay out of this."
Ryan took a blow to the face. He heard Katrina gasp in surprise. Ryan grabbed her wrist and they took off in the opposite direction.
"I thought you said you could defend yourself."
"I can when I need too."
"Then would have been a good time."
"Why is was just one punch?"
They eventually heard the footsteps stop, but Katrina was exhausted before either of them knew it she collapsed into his arms.
"Okay... great."