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Looking Back
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“No, I’ll feel better. Please just take my number and let me know. If I had any money with me, I’d just give it to you. OK?”
She really looked rather pathetic, but so sweet and so hot, there was no way I wasn’t going to agree to whatever she asked at that moment. “Sure. Thank you. But I really am late for an interview.” I grabbed the notebook back and turned to walk away from her when I felt a hand on my shoulder.
“Wait, what’s your name?” Suddenly whatever confidence she might have had a mere few seconds ago went out the window as a look of embarrassment crossed her face. “I mean, how will I know who you are when you call?”
“Do you pick up that many women by knocking their coffee all over them that you can’t keep track?” I ask giving her my best flirtatious smile.
“What?!? No, I wasn’t hitting on you. I’m not like that. I just bumped into you, really.” Her eyes never left the pavement. I was just kidding, but now, hmm, not so sure on the straight bit. This might require a bit of follow up.
“I was kidding. I’m Alice.” I answered as I started walking towards my interview, “Alice Pieszecki.”
A few minutes later I was running into the Newsroom Caf looking for an angry artist type. If she was like the artist types I knew, they had no patience for lateness unless it was theirs of course. Suddenly, I know I had found her. She was trying to be nonchalant about sitting alone and looking for someone else. She was dressed to the nines as though she was being interviewed for the New York Times, not some rag LA weekly.
I casually walked over to her as though I wasn’t petrified. This was my first gig with said weekly rag and if I screwed it up, I was back to unemployment.
“Ms. Porter?” Upon hearing her name she glanced at me and started to smile. To look at that smile, a person had to know it wasn’t real, but it still lit up a room.
“Yes, Ms. Pizeki?”
“Pieszecki. I’m so sorry I’m late. I had a small incident parking. I normally wouldn’t keep someone waiting Ms. Porter.”
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Awww this was great, seeme like Alice had brought them all together in some way, I like how it was from her POV. This was awsome, keep up the great work!
Oh, that was good. I like reading things from Alice’s POV. Plus we need a little background on how all of our ladies met. Nice work.
This was wonderful to read. Thank you.
Admirable. I’ve never liked Alice (or Dana) better, you gave her more depth than she usually has. And Shane’s crack about Cher made me laugh out loud. I just did a major move a few months ago. God I hate moving, good luck with it. Please, next time you post give us old fucks with the tired eyes and special glasses some larger print.
Nice story! I loved reading your take on how Alice met the gang. Thanks for sharing.
Again…beautiful.
Thanks for your writing, very good we can’t expect less from you.
This was great :D I’m so glad you decided to go for my challenge :D
I always love your stories. It’s nice to read a story that gives our girls some background as to how they all met. I also like reading things from Alice’s POV. Please continue!
What a robust post. Very nice. Good luck on your move. Thanks.
This was a really sweet story, i loved Alice’s POV and the fact she brought the gang together. I wish you all the best with your move.
I still hope there will be a next chapter of Drowning though.I hope you’ll get inspired again.
That was great. Thank you.
Wow that was such a great look back and story. So Alice and so spot on. thanks