Living in the big city is what you've known for a long time. You weren't every guys' ideal type, but you had a pretty face. Not confident in yourself, you let reading and college take over your life. Being the hard working student that you are, you...
Finally, it's July I walk around my house sweeping the floors. The house was already spotless, but the floors were always constantly building up dust. It was so annoying sometimes, and now I knew why my mother was always on top of cleaning the floors.
Once, I'm done I put the broom away, and head towards my room. It's been weeks since I've been texting my mysterious man. I had even told Kyla, and she was ecstatic. She had told me she thought that it was fate. But of course she warned me to be careful, and not get my hopes up. Of course, I wasn't.
I knew it was a possibility that he wasn't who he said he was. He could be a 40 year old man texting random numbers, because he was lonely.
I mean sometimes some of the things he told me sounded true, but then again it could be a coincidence. Grabbing my phone from my bed, I lay on my pillow. Looking up at the ceiling, I wonder what could he possibly look like. Maybe I could ask him to sent me a picture of himself.
Then again, getting his name was my best option first. He knew my name, but always avoided giving me his. It was odd, and a lot of red flags were going off. But I just couldn't stop talking to him.
Today, he said he was in Barcelona for another photoshoot. He had told me he would text me when he got back to his hotel. But that was earlier, and it was already eleven at night. Funny. Huh? I was trying so hard to stay up, and sweeping the floor was my best option. Right now I didn't know what to do.
Deciding to go to my instagram, I go through my feed looking through pictures. Catching my eye Stephen James posted on his instagram. He looked so hot.
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One thing though does catch my eye. He was in Barcelona too, maybe my mysterious man knew Stephen. That would be something wouldn't it? Then again I didn't want to ask him. He would think that I'm some crazy girl just wanting to get to Stephen through him. And that wasn't the case, I actually wanted him if only I knew who he was. Like answering my prayers, my phone dings.
Bae😍💕: Hey beautiful. I'm sorry, the photoshoot was a little delayed. But I'm back at the hotel.
You: Hello handsome. 😉 It's fine. You don't need to apologize.
Bae😍💕: So, how was your day? I know it's late.
You: it was okay. I had work, but nothing in particular happened. Yeah, but honestly I stood up to talk to you. 😳 How was yours?
Bae😍💕: That's good to know. I'm glad you had a good day. Really? I was actually thinking about you all day. Crazy as it may sound. But overall my day was good. Workout this morning, and then two photoshoots.
