Chapter 3

Two days had passed and still no call from Mort. He hadn't come by the diner either. She was beginning to think he was playing some cruel joke on her.

Deja decided that she needed to do something to clear her mind. Although most people would say her body was near perfect, Deja always felt there was something that could be improved. She already had her workout shorts and tank top on, so she slipped on her running shoes and tied her long, dark hair into a ponytail. She grabbed her keys and Ipod and began her jog. Her normal jogging routine took her on a small path behind her house. It was about a mile long through the woods and ended near the high school. She began her journey. As she was singing along to Outkast's "Hey Ya!" her mind began to wander back to Mort. She imagined what their date would be like. He'd arrive at her house in a classic car with a dozen white lilies (her favorites) to greet her. He'd open up all doors for her, being the total gentleman. They would have dinner in a romantic restaurant and converse over their favorite movies, books and hobbies. At the end of the evening, he'd walk her to her door and give her the softest, most romantic kiss she'd ever had. By the time her imagination had stopped running wild, she realized she was already at the high school. She turned around and made her way back home.

After taking a refreshing shower, putting on her pajamas and making herself a bowl of butter pecan ice cream (to reward herself with of course!), Deja nuzzled up under a blanket on her couch and began to channel surf. After 5 minutes of not being able to find a thing on tv, she decided to pop in a DVD. She was in the mood for something romantic. She decided on one of her favorite romantic movies of all time, Don Juan DeMarco. It always put her in a good mood, and that Johnny Depp wasn't too bad to look at either.

About halfway through the movie, Deja had dozed off. Startled, she woke up when the phone began to ring. She squinted her dark brown eyes to see what time it was. A little after 10 pm. She assumed it was one of her girlfriend's trying to coax her into going out with them. She was in no mood for the club, so she decided to let the phone go unanswered. As soon as it stopped ringing she thought it may have been Mort.

"Oh well," she sighed to herself. The phone began to ring again. Only this time she answered.