After a really long time, chapter 3 is finally finished! Sorry for the wait but I was on vacation these past few weeks. I did the best I can to finish this chapter as soon as I returned. This chapter will be for all the Brooklyn fans out there. I'll give you a fill of the redhead yet. Anyways, I hope you enjoy. Read and Review!
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade or any of its characters. All unrecognized characters belong to my random creation.
Part 2:
Chapter 3 – Catch 101
Italics – thoughtsEveryone in the world has at least one odd habit. On the other hand, some people's odd habits were just crazy. For instance, this old lady that lives across the street always walks up to Cali's building to check if other people had mail. If they didn't she would dance back to her home, and if they did she would shake her fist at the peeling mailboxes before dragging herself into her house.
For Brooklyn, his crazy habit was to leave Cali ridiculously large tips. Especially on Tuesday nights when he always orders the same meal as that first time they met. Since the several months that Cali has been working, she'd become Brooklyn's personal waitress. Every time he came in, which was every Tuesday and several other times during the week, he would ask for the foreign hire.
The other crazy habit that he has is actually in calling Cali the foreign hire. The other regular customers at the restaurant had all asked and learnt her name, but not Brooklyn. He never once inquired about the name of his requested assistant, and only addresses Cali with that blatantly obvious social placement of a name.
This, is where Cali's craziness comes into play. For some odd reason, she took no offense to his lack of social curiosity. In some ways, she thought is was rather amusing, and possibly flattering, that he had a title for her, regardless of how simple that title was. Besides, why would she really mind how he addresses her when he was the one that allotted most of her extra money? Of course she wouldn't take offense to such a generous person, who besides not asking her name, was very kind and polite to her. And everyone was entitled to their odd habits.
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Waking up on another dreaded Sunday morning; Cali went through her routines and left for work. As soon as she walked into the restaurant, Cali knew it was going to be a very hectic day. It wasn't even nine o'clock yet and the place was already filled with customers taking in their morning meal.
Going into the staff lounge, Cali changed into her work clothes. Before she could even finish tying her apron, Henri rushed into the room.
"There you are! Monsieur Brooklyn has been inquiring about you. I had to disappoint him by telling him that you did not start work until nine." In a flurry of activity, Henri hurried a confused girl out of the room and towards an awaiting redhead.
"You've kept me waiting." With a boyish grin on his face, Brooklyn stood as a confused girl approached him. Standing in a familiar pose, he threw Cali with one of his magazine smiles. All the female customers nearby who saw this swooned and had to watch themselves as to not fall from their seats.
Cali looked on with amusement. Thinking that he was one who practiced his actions in the mirror before he leaves his house. Brooklyn's house? Mansion is more like it.
Not that Cali's ever seen his home in person, but she did read magazines. And who could miss the centerfold with a picture of his three-story house that cost several million dollars? Yes, millions. Cali didn't know before, but she found out soon enough that Brooklyn was one of the most successful male models in France.
With his boyish good looks, nicely toned built, entrancing eyes and heart stopping smile, who wouldn't be enthralled with him? Of course, the magazines loved him, and so did top designers. After Cali had learned this little bit of information, she went to one of the fashion streets in Paris and no doubt, there were many pictures of Brooklyn in the windows of some of the best shops.
Looking even more into it, Cali realized that she had seen Brooklyn before. The one time when Mariah had made her watch Fashion Weekly, there had been a scene from a Paris runway, and Brooklyn had been the guy wearing nothing but tight leather pants. Thinking back, Cali had to admit that she was glad Mariah had been so persuasive; after all, she can't deny that what she had seen was anything less than flaming hot.
"How may I help you today, Monsieur?" putting on her best smile for her best customer, Cali politely inquired.
"Call me Brooklyn! I was wondering if miss Cali would join me for breakfast?" with a raised eyebrow, he gestured to the empty seat at the table.
Cali was in shock. Not from the fact that he had asked her to breakfast, in fact she didn't even hear that far into his sentence. The moment he had said her name, all other words that came from his totally kissable lips became a blur. She realized that he probably knew her name a long time ago, as all the other regulars did. It was the fact that he had actually used her name to address her that was unbelievable. Not to mention that the sound of her name coming out of the mouth of an incredibly gorgeous and desirable French man created a very tantalizing allure.
Never had Cali thought that her name could sound so good. She stood there looking at the charming redhead, shock clearly written in her features. Realizing how ridiculous she must look, Cali quickly pulled herself together and averted her gaze towards the embroidery on the tablecloth. All the while Brooklyn stood watching her with amusement and interest.
"I'm afraid I cannot, I should really return to work Monsieur." Having found her voice again, she meekly turned down the seemingly outrageous but tempting offer.
"Not Monsieur, Brooklyn. And I'm sure Henri wouldn't mind." Beckoning the headwaiter over, Brooklyn made no hesitation in stating what he wanted. "Miss Cali will be off duty for the next hour, I'm sure that can be arranged. She'll be joining me for breakfast, so you can take this away." Before Cali could react, the very assertive Brooklyn had reached around and removed her apron, handing it to the stunned man standing before him.
Without saying a word, Brooklyn led Cali to the table and pulled out her chair, inviting her to sit. By this time, Henri had finally processed the events of the last few minutes and responds with, "Whatever you wish Monsieur Brooklyn!" and "What may I offer you today?" All the while, the other patrons watched on with curiosity and the other waitresses watched on with jealousy.
Cali wasn't sure how to act in a situation like this. It wasn't that she was intimidated by his status, or that she was scared of him in any way, but they always tell you it's a rule to never mix business with pleasure. Looking at Henri who offered her the menu, behaving as he would to any other diner, it was as if the last five minutes never occurred and she wasn't a girl who worked under him. Taking a glance at the man that was no more than a boy with a sense of class, she caught his eye and he gave her a soft smile that brightened his eyes, making him seem more like the boy that he is, and Cali couldn't help but smile back. Oh well, rules were made to be broken. Besides it's not like anyone's doing anything to not encourage it!
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When her break finally arrived, Cali took time to reflect on the very unusual morning. Smiling at the memory of Brooklyn's heartbroken face when the hour had come to an end. He is quite the dramatic character, always playing up on his already prominent charms and boyish features to engrain himself in your mind. It was a good tactic and it works, as Cali kept thinking back to the time she had spent with him.
He was like any other guy; the fame and fortune hadn't gotten to his head, and underneath all that sophistication and proper upbringing, he was still just a boy. A boy who liked to have fun, to joke around and to show off his masculinity, trying to prove he is a real man.
Brooklyn's also a flirt, but not the kind that blatantly hits on girls. He does it in a way that what he says, could, suggest a million things, and makes you feel so flattered to hear compliments from him, especially when he makes remarks in a husky tone. He's entrancing eyes would darken seductively and his sensual lips would curl into an irresistible grin, in all he would look as if he thought you were the most desirable person and he would make you believe it too.
With a sigh, Cali headed back into the busy restaurant. It was only a few more hours and she could do this. Besides, it hadn't been such a bad day. That first hour of 'work' made up for all the troubles of the day. Putting on a bright smile, Cali headed to a table of guests that had just been seated with one thought keeping her happy.
Brooklyn, it has a nice ring to it!-
After a long day at work, Cali was finally almost home. She began to head up the stairs when for no reason at all she turned to check her mailbox. Surprisingly there was actually something in the most often empty space. Cali took the white envelope and looked at it; there was no return address. She wondered as to what could be inside it, as her typed address gave no clues. The only thing she knew was told to her by a stamp, it told her that the letter was from back home.
Walking back to her apartment, she opened the letter. As she reached her door, she scanned the contents and froze. She stared blankly at the paper in her hand, the words running frantically through her mind. She felt her knees get weak, the strength draining out of her legs as she ungracefully collapsed onto the floor. There she sat in the hallway, her head hung low, with tears filling her eyes as she retreated into herself.
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Owari! So this is somewhat of a cliffhanger, but you don't have to wait to find out what happened since I wrote chapter 4 before chapter 3…don't know how that worked. Please review! And tune in to Part 2: Chapter 4 – Eden.
