xX… Well, here we are..more writing to be done, enjoy! …xX

Nervously Katie fidgeted with the tag on her hip hugger jeans. She was sitting at an outdoor table at the cheap, dirty (therefore a student favorite) Café Bianco. She looked up the street. Not noticing the tall, beautiful and strikingly poised…. Asian waitress,

"Take ya order?"

"Wha? Oh, y-yes, I'll take a… a…" she peered up the street, no one. Except a drunk couple, "a cappuccino.. Someone will be joining me," she trailed off. The waitress smacked her gum, nodded and sexily walked bake inside, her stilettos clicking on the pavement.

"I hope," she muttered when the waitress had left.

The cappuccino came later, still no sign of her date. She looked at her watch, ten minutes late.

Twenty minutes later she ordered a sandwich, the waitress scoffed, she knew the date wasn't coming. After eating Katie went into the bathroom, it was empty. She leaned against the sink and looked at herself in the mirror. She wasn't THAT ugly. Her jeans looked nice on her, accentuating her curves. Kirsten had leant her a tight t-shirt and her arm was adorned with bracelets and rubber bands. There has to be a logical explanation, he wouldn't just… Not show, would he? Toby was nice, right? Right? She wiped a tear from her eye. Only one came. She had gotten through an abortion (well, a friends) and a HIV/AIDS scare (again, a friends) and lots worse, some guy not showing up wasn't going to stop her. Screw Toby. She burst through the doors, quickly paid the bill and left. Storming down the street. Cabs whistled by quickly, the world went on, the city was alive.

Suddenly, as if on que, the heavens poured open, drenching Katie. Seeking refuge she ran quickly down the street and popped into the only thing open, a music store.

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Just inside the doorway she ran to the bathroom and tried to dry off as good as she could, but unfortunately, she was soaking. Actually, soaking was an understatement. Her shirt had become practically see through and her jeans, brand new, where horribly bleached. Walking out, she went back to the doorway, wondering where the employees of this store were.

Not caring, really, she watched the storm drench the Manhattan streets. Hearing footsteps she quickly turned around, to reveal the shop keeper.

"Can I help you?" he asked, he had chestnut hair and was wearing a turtleneck with black pants.

"Oh, no, I'm just getting out of the rain," she said.

"Looks like the rain already got to you, though," he laughed.

"Yeah, well, I try… do you play anything?" she questioned, motioning to the store.

"Oh on, I'm just working my way through college, I'm actually a songwriter, trying to break in."

"Oooh!" Katie cooed, "The next Ben Folds, eh?"

"Ha! I wish, I'm not that good, well, at anything but dopey love songs,"

"Well, I like those! Play me one!"

"My god this is clichéd," he remarked, "you running to get out of the rain, shirt drenched to see through, me, a hot singer songwriter, about to play a love song…" he trailed off, they burst into fits of laughter.

"Don't kid yourself!" she said, between giggles, lightly hitting him on the shoulder.

"You want a Coke?" he asked, once they had calmed down. She nodded and he disappeared to the back, returning with two Coca Cola's.

"Oh, by the way, I'm Katie," she said.

"Nice to meet you, Zackary," he held out his hand and she shook.

"So, Zackary, what about the song you were gonna play for me?"

"Oh," he turned bright red, "alright," and he moved to the piano. Tuning it slowly and trying to find the key, he played:

You know, the sun is in your eyes
And hurricanes and rains
and black and cloudy skies.

You're running up and down that hill.
You turn it on and off at will.
There's nothing here to thrill
or bring you down.
And if you've got no other choice
You know you can follow my voice
through the dark turns and noise
of this wicked little town.

Oh Lady, luck has led you here
and they're so twisted up
they'll twist you up. I fear.

the pious, hateful and devout,
you're turning tricks til you're turned out,
the wind so cold it burns,
you're burning out and blowing round.
And if you've got no other choice
you know you can follow my voice
through the dark turns and noise
of this wicked little town.

The fates are vicious and they're cruel.
You learn too late you've used two wishes
like a fool

and then you're someone you are not,
and Junction City ain't the spot,
remember Mrs. Lot
and when she turned around.
And if you've got no other choice
You know you can follow my voice
through the dark turns and noise
of this wicked little town.

He stopped playing and she gasped,

"What?" he asked, "Was it that bad?"

"No…" she said hurriedly, "It was great, you just… you just remind me of someone."

"Really? Who?"

"I can't remember, but he was handsome… I"

Suddenly she remembered and it was like a train rushed over her body. She remembered it, and she remembered it all. The dates, the band, the kiss, the truth and suddenly, the memories stopped. She had blacked him out. She had done all she could to forget him and hear was a mirror image of him, staring her in the eyes, with those soulful dark eyes.

"I don't really remember, it was such a long time ago," she said. The rain had stopped, she gathered her things and was out the door quickly.

At least his name wasn't Taylor, she thought as she ran to catch the 6 train.

xX… WELL? …xX