"Oh, I can't wait to see this hot guy!" thought Gena as she entered the coffee house at 2 pm the next day. There was a designated meeting spot, at the couch where her and her friends always sit. The big one, right in the middle of the place. When she approached it, she saw someone sitting there. "I hope it's him!" she thought.
"Nathan?" she asked as she approached the man sitting on the couch.
"No, gosh! I'm Napoleon." he answered.
"Are you sure?" Gena asked. This man was fine! Little did Samantha know that Napoleon had changed a lot over the years. Well, at least his looks changed. His afro was now a neat haircut, and he got contacts. His wardrobe changed as well, and he was wearing designer jeans with a good fitting thin brown sweater. He was fine.
"Yeah, duh. I would know who I am, gosh!" Napoleon replied.
"Oh. Because I'm supposed to meet some guy here at 2pm. His name is Nathan."
"Well I'm supposed to meet some chick here at 2. Gosh, what a coincidence."
"Really? Maybe I got the name wrong…though I could've sworn she said Nathan…" Gena trailed off.
"Hey, you wanna see my wicked sweet interpretive dance moves?" Napoleon asked.
"Uh, sure." Gena said.
Napoleon got up and bowed his head with his eyes closed, concentrating for a minute before he began. Then he looked up, brought forward his two hands, linking them at the thumbs with his palms facing him. He began to flap them, back and forth, back and forth, until his hands resembled a butterfly. He was finished after about 30 seconds.
"So what do you think? Aren't my skills sweet?" Napoleon asked.
"Yeah!" Gena exclaimed. So what if this guy was kind of weird, he was hot!
"Do wanna go see that movie about this awesome guy with cool non chuck skills?"
"Ok." Gena answered.
So Napoleon and Gena walked out of the coffee house together, the promise of a relationship hanging in the air.
"Noooo!" Samantha screamed from her hiding place behind the counter. She had been watching the whole thing, and she was horrified when she realized what just happened. Her plan backfired! What was to come of Samantha…how would she cope with her self pity? Was this all just a way to release her low self-esteem? Find out in the next chapter, coming soon!