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Chapter 1: To Like and Dislike
Frank hopped onto his bicycle and peddled furiously down the street. Suddenly, he remembered that it was going to be his father's birthday in a week's time. I've got to go to the mall and get him something or I'll get a long lecture from Aunt Gertrude on courtesy and manners.
He parked his bike and locked it. Gosh, what shall I buy for him? He entered the store and headed towards the men's department. Socks? No, too common. Shirt? Way beyond his budget. Hmm…
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Daniele placed the shirts on wooden hangars and set them on the metal clothes railings. Her salesgirl partner, Ally, was no hard worker. A flirt, she was. However, they made a great team and managed to increase the mall's sales. No customer whom they attended to left with their wallets untouched.
Suddenly, Ally jumped her. "Dani, look over there!" she said, pointing excitedly to a young man with brown hair. "Isn't he the cutest ever?"
Daniele glanced at him. Not bad… He was tall, approximately 6 feet, he had dark brown hair and he had a well-built body. In fact, she actually felt jealous as Ally hurried to attend to him. She just laughed it off and went back to her task.
At the corner of her eye, she saw Ally doing her usual job, flicking on the switch of her specially-for-guys charm. Ally, Ally… The man chose a pair of blue leather gloves and he headed of to the cashier, leaving Ally beaming. She ran back to Daniele excitedly.
"Ooh, Dani! He's so charming," she said. "I love the way he walks, talks…"
"Well, he does look like a great person," Daniele admitted, "and I'm rather jealous of you."
"Oh, come on," exclaimed Ally, slapping her partner's shoulder, "it's not like he asked me out on a date."
"We'll see, Al, we'll see," said Daniele.
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Frank peddled home thinking, hard. The paper bag containing the leather gloves dangled precariously on his bicycle handle. The girl with chocolate-coloured hair. She looked beautiful, unlike that chatty blond. She was definitely not American. But still, that lovely features, the smile…
Snap out of it, Frank Hardy! You are acting like a love-sick sixth grader.
But how can I? She's lovely.
Remember, you just broke up with Callie Shaw.
Callie Shaw! Callie Shaw! Callie Shaw! I'm sick of that name!
At the sound of that name, the detested name, the name that depicts selfishness, Frank stopped. He decided to return to the mall the next day to see the salesgirl.