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Chapter 6-

When Riley reached her apartment and decided to order Take-Out she discovered her phone was missing. Her heart skipped a beat. Not today.

She quickly dialed the number and hoped to God someone had found it.

Greg had just gotten in his car when he felt something vibrate in his jacket. He pulled out a cell phone that was not his. It was ringing.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Listen, I don't know who you are, but you have some nerve for taking my phone," A woman's voice could be heard.

''Riley?'' Greg asked as she kept babbling about how much she needed her phone back for her job.

''SANDERS!'' Riley almost screamed. ''Of all people I should have guessed you'd take my phone''

''Riley, I did not take your phone! I just found it in my jacket,'' Greg explained. ''What would I want with your phone?''

''I don't know. To ruin me or something!'' Riley exclaimed.

''Let's be realistic!'' Greg proclaimed trying to keep his temper. ''I most certainly did not take your stupid phone.''

"Yeah, it just magically appeared in your possession," she shot back. She too could feel her temperature rising.

He rolled his eyes, incredulous that she was so rude. "Listen," he said. "I did not take your phone. I do, however, have your phone. Tell me where you want to meet and you can have it back. I really don't want it."

Riley looked at her watch. "Where are you headed now?"

"Well, it's my day off, so I was headed back home," Greg replied.

"Where do you live?" she asked, only trying to figure out a convenient location for both of them.

"Um," he didn't really want to tell her where he lived. "Since this is apparently my fault, why don't I drop it off at your house?"

"Fine," she said and then gave him directions. "How long do you think it'll take you to get here?"

"Well, I'm still at Shawn's aunt's house. How long does it take from here?" he replied.

"About half an hour," she replied and then snidely added, "So I'll see you in forty-five minutes." She hung up before he could reply.

Greg sat there for a moment not moving. He couldn't believe the nerve of that woman. How anyone, even a child could think that she liked me, he paused mid-thought. Shawn! He must've done it!

Exactly 45 minutes later Greg knocked on her apartment door. Riley was dreading this. She was already in her sweatpants and sweatshirt. She knew she didn't look very professional. Greg wasn't business though, just a nuisance.

She opened the door with a fake smile and was going to ask him to come in when her house phone began to ring. She gave him the 'one minute gesture' with her finger and ran to get her phone.

Greg decided he could be just as rude as she was and let himself in. He was curious to know how a woman like Riley lived, if she had 24 cats or owned 13 million books. He was surprised to see she had neither and her apartment was stylish and cozy. There was a big couch and chair, and a laptop on her coffee table. It had looked like she was typing a report of some kind when he came.

What caught his eye was the many picture frames on one table next to the chair. Many were of Riley and her family, her mother, father and sister. Others consisted of her with her friends at parties at what Greg assumed was college. I'm surprised she has friends. He chuckled at his own thought out loud.

One photo struck out to him though. It wasn't like the other ones. In fact, he barely saw it as he scanned the last row of the frames. Greg picked up the picture frame to get a better look. It was of two little girls, one with red pigtails sticking out her tongue and the other with curly black hair laughing.

''Excuse me,'' Riley sneered interrupting his enjoyment.

"Is this you?" Greg just asked not even apologizing for his barging in. Riley walked closer to him to get a better look at what frame he was holding. She froze in her tracks.

''Yea,'' she said softly. "We, um, she lived on my block." Riley then seemed to go into a short daze. Greg thought she looked almost sad.

She then jolted and said. "Sorry it took so long. My mother feels the need to call me at least twice a day."

Greg was still looking at the picture, trying to transform the woman in front of him to the little girl.

She crossed her arms, noticing his lack of attention. "My phone?" she finally said.

Greg snapped back to reality. "Oh. Yeah." He reached into his pocket and took out her phone.

"Thank you," she flatly replied, taking it.

Greg still held the picture in his hand. She jerked it out of his hand. "Well, I really do need to get back to work."

He was going to ask something more about he picture, but decided to drop it. It was apparently something she didn't want to talk about. "Alright then," he said and headed back towards the door.

As they got to the door, he turned back to face her. "Just so you know, Shawn's the one who took your phone and slid it in my jacket."

"What?" she replied, giving him a disbelieving look. "Why would he do that?"

"Because," Greg started to answer, glad he finally knew something she didn't. "He thinks you like me."

Riley laughed a nervous laugh. "Well, he has a big imagination."

"Yeah, that's what I thought," Greg replied and left.

Like him? She thought. Well, he is kinda cute. She shook her head. But very rude.

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