Chapter 4

   For the last two week’s and four day’s I have been pouring my heart and soul into the Comic, And today I was able to meet with my editor finally……

   I feel like it went well, But once again he was voicing his issues with my decision to kill off his favorite character Flora. I only just go home…, And I know that I need to work on my comic…., But, I feel so sleepy.

   Opening my phone I look at my last message.

    Gene: So far I’m Feeling his back story. BUT! That does not mean I’m on board yet.., As it is I still need to talk to Kortney, She will in some way’s have the final say.

   He has alway’s been nice to me since he was assigned as my editor when my comic became so popular….

    But for heck’s sake why did he have to identify with William so much! Ever since it was revealed the he was basically a derange monster, Even more worse then Douglas he had been so…., So…… I don’t even know how to describe it! I had to do it.., I—. 

     Before the thought can’t form fully in my head.. 

    As for the work I need to be doing, I can’t stop thinking about that biker I saw.., Well not the guy.

    The bike! I feel that Torao needs one! 

    And the one I saw this afternoon was just speaking to me! I turn on the kettle, Pull out my favorite mug and put a Lovey & Sons tea bag in it. Then I take a seat at my desk at try to find the bike I saw online..,

    But I’m not finding any thing with the same color.., If only I knew the name of the bike it would be easier than just searching sexy black bikes, which admittedly brought up some…, 

   Really weird things……

   I finally give in to not being able to find exactly what I want and settle for the nexts best thing.

   Two bikes that look similar, The one I like the most is called a Kiwisaki? I feel that my brain is not saying that right but still. I continue on with my sketching happily not to worried after all the day is still young!

   It has been about five minutes since the kettle has gone off, But I’m still laser focused on the lines I’m making! I need them perfect.

    But as I’m repeating the same word’s in my head I feel my stomach grumble, When was the last time I ate? Did I even have any breakfast…… 

    No! I really have not eaten all day! Looking at the time I relies that it is now 4:15…., 

    How did it get that late? 

    I feel as I just got home. I grab my phone to look at all the restraints in the area, The top three are Lita’s pizza, Gnocchi, And finally Tomo’s Sushi. All are good options… But I’ve try both Litas and Tomo, Gnocchi is the only one I have yet to try.. 

    Looking though the menu I see a few dishes that I’m somewhat interested in until I see in big bold letter’s no ordering by phone…., I sigh, Great! That means I’ll have to there in person. And well if I’m being completely honest I’m not exactly dressed for going out….., unless you count an oversized sweat pants and a T shirt ‘refined clothing’ I chuckle to myself.

    Well.., I try to stop myself from feeling sad or depressed.., After all I should be happy.., Gene is trusting me to make another award wining comic! But I do feel nerves what if they.. 

    No! I wont think that way! 

   On the way to Gnocchi I can’t help but feel a little annoyed at the fact the they don’t do call ahed take out or delivery it make’s me quite upset! 

    But I put those thought’s of anger to rest…. After all I’m too hungry to think strait! And I’m quite surprised where their is a line out the door, Seemingly with no end…, But my hunger pushes me to move forward! 

    As I walk up to the host sanding at the door way a group of women, who are dressed in clothing that leaves nothing to the imagination. 

    And let’s not mention that they look at me with disgusted, I don’t even know why…..,

   It’s not like I’m the one showing my buns to everyone.

   I try to back away from them to move more toward the host and less near the gaggle of hens that stand to my left, But I don’t look to were I’m going and end up bumping into. 

    What I only can describe as a pretty boy!

   “Sorry! I did not mean to run into you!”

   The man smile’s at me before speaking and I can’t help but feel that there is something deeper underneath.

“Oh dear, It’s alright. It happen’s sometimes…”

   As he starts so speak he look’s at me with what seem’s to be all of him…. I don’t know why I feel that way but I have to admit he is quite interesting! 

“Do you have a table my dear?”

   The man’s words surprise me.

   “No I don’t have a table, I have been eyeing your menu for weeks now and I finally decided to try some only to learn you don’t do delivery or call in take away.”

   The man never stop’s smiling as I speak to him.

“I see then, Follow me till take you to your table.”

   Wait.., What did he just say! Take me to a table!! 

   “How!” I some how let the words escape my mouth. 

“Well you see I was coming here to cancel my 

bosses reservation.., And then you bumped into 

me so here we are!”  

   I feel…, Giddy, and somewhat exited! “Well…” I start I don’t know what to say to the man, Or much less how to thank him! “Can you hold still for a moment?” The man’s sharp green eyes are like sharp daggers as he glares at me, But kindly enough he does stand still.

   It take’s me a moment but I alway’s have a small sketch pad on me with favorite fountain pen… 

    A cupule of stroke’s here, A cupule there, Don’t forget the sharp eyes and the black leather coat with the white gloves, A few final touches and boom! 

    Done……! 

   It is perfect! “Here take this, It’s a thank you gift for what you did for me tonight. Thank you!” 

   The man’s glare calms and his whole demeanor seems to change, As if he was under extreme stress.

“Thank you…, I don’t ever think I’ve received 

something quite like this!”    

   I smile at the man, But I then end up……..! 

  I’ve been seated in the VIP section!

   By the time I turn around the man is gone.., The server pull’s out my chair for me, I place my order, Wait for my food, Enjoy the living hell out of it, And then I go to pay so I can leave! Only to find out that the pre payed for my meal….! Who is that guy……..! 

   Who does he work for that it able to have a private VIP table for what seem’s like every night?! 

  The girl smile’s at me then walk’s me out to my car, A service I’m sure not all…, If not any restraints offer.

   I get home late.., Not too late but still late, My mind, Still occupied with work. But my body is longing for a cold shower and the gentle hug of my bed…, I Place my bag down and head to the shower. I hope the cold water will wake me but my eye still feel heavy…,

   I sit back at my desk with a cold glass of water, I chug it in hope’s it will keep my body awake but it only make’s my drowsiness more apparent! 

   So I give in and go to bed.