The wrong girl

Eleanor

I was sitting with my girlfriend Eleanor, she is a model. We go to this little cafe every morning for breakfast, it's on the Main Street of New York. I look at her sweet smile as she orders breakfast, her short blonde hair shines in the sun.
She sits across from me with a huge grin on her face.
"Jared do you like my new bracelet?"
"It's lovely sweetie, who bought it for you?"
"My boss did."
She's so sweet and funny.
I look towards the door and see a girl with brunette hair tied in a messy bun, she has icy blue eyes and wears a bright yellow dress and black sandals. God I wonder who she is? She sits at the back of the cafe shyly away from everyone by a window, she smiles at the waiter. I turn back to Eleanor.
"Where are we going tonight baby?"
"Tonight we are going to go to the Chinese restaurant."
She frowns, ok she obviously doesn't want to go there.
"I want to go to the new French restaurant."
"Well let's go there then."
I look back at the girl by the window and she smiles at me.
"Can we go shopping before dinner tonight baby?"
"Sure we can."
"You're the sweetest baby."
I smile at her and eat my breakfast.