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Chapter Two

“How much didyou have to drink last night, Sid?” my roommate, Steph asks rubbing her eyes when she walks in the kitchen.

I look up at her from my cup of coffee and groan.

“No clue.” I shake my head.

“Girl, I don’t know how you got home. You were stumbly and pretty much a walking disaster.”

“I vaguely remember that some guy that I met on the train helped me home.” I rub my forehead.

“Yeah, I kind of saw him last night. I bet you he’s going to come back and kill us.” Steph rummages in the fridge and replies jokingly.

“You listen to too many true crime things.”

“I’m just glad that I was home when you came falling through the front door. Prince charming offered to help you all the way in and then you screamed like bloody hell and woke me up from my wine buzz on the couch.”

“Why did I scream?” I ask.

“Well, I believe that you fell.”

“Sorry,” I say into my cup, not really meaning it.

“That was totally out of character for you. Why were you drunk on a work night?”

“Shittastic day yesterday.”

“Oh no, the presentation didn’t go well?” she asks sympathetically.

“It didn’t happen at all. Changes at work, blah blah. I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”

“Anymore? You’ve barely said a thing.”

“Ah, yeah, well part of my train ride was pretty much accosting the gentleman that helped me home with my tales of woe and others. He was nice about it though.”

“By the looks of him, probably not the first time that some chick spilled her guts to him.”

“What’s that mean?”

“Girl, do you remember what he looked like? That man was hotness on a stick. He was quite a tall glass of water. Pretty sure within the nanosecond that I saw him, and we locked eyes, I creamed my panties.”

“Please.” I laugh.

“Do you remember your prince charming?”

“Sure. He had dark hair, dark eyes, five o’clock shadow, and a deep voice.”

“Oh girl, that’s just the surface. He had high cheekbones, a perfect smile and hair that was perfect for pulling.”

“Well, we didn’t exchange numbers or anything. So, I highly doubt that I will see him again or get to pull his perfect hair. I don’t ever take that late of a train and well, I don’t even know his name.”

“We’ll just refer to him as Prince Charming.” Steph says as she scoops a giant spoonful of yogurt and granola into her mouth.

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