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    Green Diamond 7


    Ch 7

     

    I checked my watch, it’s 4 pm, time for a tea break.  Damn Shane, I still couldn’t concentrate on work, luckily there is no surgery for me today.  Or maybe surgeries can help me take my mind of her for a good few hours!

     

    As usual, I go to the café to get my muffin and coffee.

     

    “Hey, Dr Morales! How are you today?”  Mary, the cashier always greets me cheerfully.

     

    “Could be better.  My usual please?”  I smile politely to her and make my order.

     

    “Sorry Dr Morales, we are out of chocolate muffins today.”  She apologies profusely.

     

    “What?  How about a chocolate brownie?”  Damn… this is not my day.

     

    “Sorry, that too.”  She says apologetically.

     

    “You are popular today!”

     

    “The lady over at that corner bought all the cakes and patisseries we have 15mins ago…”  She pointed to a familiar figure whom happens to be leaning sexily against the wall holding up a muffin towards my direction.  

     

    “Just my luck…”  I mutter underneath my breathe.

     

    “I think she wants you to go over…”  Mary leans across the cashier to tell me. 

     

    I turn towards the exit wanting to ignore her but she already caught my arm when I barely made it half way.

     

    “Let me go!”  I say angrily.

     

    “Please just listen to me.  I have your favorite tea break over there.”  She is grabbing both of my arms, anxiously waiting for my reaction.  “I can and will beg if you want…”  Her green eyes look so scared at this moment. 

     

    She is about to kneel down when I say, “Fine, you have 2 minutes.”  My resolve is disappearing slowly.

     

    We sit down at a corner.

     

    “Carmen, it’s my fault last night but listen to me please.  I am crazy about you – totally and utterly crazy about you.  But I can’t tell the paparazzi…  they write the gossip column.  And I guess I didn’t want to tell them who you are because I want to keep you to myself for as long as possible.  It’s selfish of me and I hurt you in the process.”

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