Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 138
“Your eyes are like the ocean, and I think I’m lost at
sea,” I stated before I realized that her eyes are
chocolate brown. I also noticed that her eyelashes
were long; they brushed against her cheeks when
“My eyes are brown, moron,” she retorted.
“Can I take a picture of you? I want to show Santa
Claus exactly what I want for Christmas,” I leaned in
slightly. Why isn’t this working?
“Can I take a picture of you? I want to show the
police exactly who I’m filing a restraining order
against,” she was obviously annoyed. I noticed how
one of her eyes closed a bit when she was annoyed.
Normally, it’d give off a psycho look but she pulled it
off…just like her wild hair.
“How was Heaven when you left it?” I continued.
“When I left, I didn’t have any proof that God had a
sense of humor, now I’ve found it,” she easily
replied. How does she know these pick-up lines and
“Don’t you need a license to be that hot?” I
maintained eye contact as one of her eyes twitched. I
was scared she was going to hop out of her chair
and drop kick me.
“Don’t you need a license to be that ugly?” she spat. I
raised my eyebrows. Right to the ego.
“Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?” I replied,
ignoring her insult.
“No, but it hurt when I crawled up from Hell,” she
“Do you have a Band-Aid? I just scraped my knee
falling for you,” I smiled at her.
“No, but I have some salt,” she snorted. I wanted to
wince. That would hurt.
“Did you have lucky charms for breakfast? Because
you look magically delicious,” I winked at her and
she held back a laugh. I saw the way her lips quirked
slightly. Okay, I’m getting somewhere.
“No, I had a bowl of nails… without any milk.” Did
she just quote Spongebob?
“What would you say if I asked you to marry me?” I
“Nothing, I can’t laugh and talk at the same time,” she
raised her eyebrows.
“Do you think it was fate that brought us together?” I
replied, blinking slowly as I stared into her eyes.
Instead of swooning, like Weston prepared me for,
she cut me off mid-pick-up line.
“Nope, it was just plain bad luck,” she casually
“If I was a stop light, I’d turn red every time you
passed by, just so I could stare at you a bit longer,” I
was running out of things to say! I ran my hand
through my hair worriedly.
“Red lights are the only things I run,” she leaned
forward slightly. She smelled like vanilla. I wanted to
bury my face in her hair and just inhale; I love the
smell of vanilla. I noticed her eyes wander to her
phone and she pursed her lips. She was late for
“If you give me your number, I’ll leave,” I piped. She
narrowed her eyes at me.
“Fine,” she replied, ripping a sheet of paper out of her
notebook. She scribbled her phone number onto it.
“I’ll call you,” I replied, standing up and walking over
to Weston who was leaning casually against the wall
opposite to the counter, talking to Beverly with a
smirk on his face.
“Don’t count on me answering,” she called from