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I pull up to the coffee shop for the second time in my life. I couldn’t be happier. I see Zoey through the front window.I park and walk in.

“Sorry, no iced coffees today.” The woman behind the counter says.

“That’s fine,” I smile, “I’ll just have a water, please.”

“Coming right up!” As I stand at the counter, I look around the room. There’s Zoey.

“$1.50 please.” I hand the woman the money and walk towards Zoey. I’m looking past her so she doesn’t think I’m weird or anything.

“Adam…right?” Zoey looks up at me as I walk by. I turn around and look at her.

“Yeah. Hey Zoey. How are you today?”

“Good. Have a seat!” she smiles up at me.

“Ok thanks,” I say as I sit across from her. “So…where do you work? What do you do?”

“I work as a personal assistant at Herman INC. It’s about a fifteen minute drive North of here. How about you?”

“I work at Steam Industries. I’m an accounting manager.”

“Sounds tough.”

“Yours too,” I laugh. “What are you drinking?”

“A caramel mocha. It’s really good!” She grins at me. Man, this girl smiles a lot! I hope I don’t look dumb drinking water here. I mean, it is a coffee shop.

“I felt like having a water today. I had some coffee at work.”

“That’s cool. Water is refreshing,” she says. I look around nervously. I notice an odd looking charm on her necklace.

“What is on your necklace? I’ve never seen anything like it before.”

She smiles at me while she takes her necklace off. “It’s called Chandler 3.P.O. He’s a little robot. Meg Frampton makes them and sells them on her blog. She makes them by hand and they’re pretty sweet.”

“Oh? That’s pretty cool, actually. Does she have other robots?”

“Of course! Her website is chandlertherbot.blogspot.com. You should check it out sometime.”

“I think I will,” I grin at her as she puts the necklace back on. I sit there quietly, acting like I’m reading something on the wall behind her. I’m really staring at her. She’s gorgeous. And there’s something different about her…I can’t place it, but she’s different than everyone else. It’s…intoxicating.

She looks at her watch, “It’s almost 12:45. Don’t you have to go to work soon?”

I smile, “On Fridays I can leave after 12:00. Sometimes I go back to the office, but today I don’t have to. What about you? When do you have to go back to work?”

“Umm…uhh…2:00,” she says looking uncomfortable.

“Is there something wrong?”

“No, not at all. I just forgot about an appointment I had to set up for my boss. He’ll be upset with me.” She looks down at her feet.

“I’m sorry, I hope it all works out well.”

“Thanks…” she says without any emotion. Hmm…I have a feeling that there is something more to this situation. Oh well, I just met her yesterday so I guess I can’t help too much.I really want to make her feel better…

“When do you get off work today?”

“Probably 4.”

“Would you want to go to a party tonight? My buddy is hosting it at his penthouse and we’re inviting a ton of people. It would be awesome if you could come.”

“Maybe…what time does it start?”

“Around 8:00. If you have something else to do, it’s okay.”

“No, I’m free tonight,” she smiles up at me for the first time in five minutes. “I don’t know where your friend lives or anything like that.”

“I could pick you up. Where do you live? And I’ll need your phone number.” I’m so smooth.

“I live in Brooklyn. At the Avalon Fort Apartments. It’s 472 Jason Street. Apartment 581. My phone number is 493-7947. What’s your number?”

“637-5792. I live in Manhattan actually. I can pick you up about 7:00, is that ok? It gives us enough time to get to my buddy’s place.”

“Yeah, that’s perfect.,” she grins up at me. “Do I need to wear anything special? Like a dress, or just casual wear?”

“Umm…I’ not really sure. I’m wearing something in the middle of casual and business. It’s going to be fun no matter what.”

“Ok, well I better go so I can confront my boss about the scheduling problem,” she giggles.

I can’t help but smile when I hear that adorable laugh. “Ok, sounds good. I don’t want you to get in trouble or anything.” She gets up out of her chair and goes and throws away her empty cup. I can’t stop smiling about tonight. It’s going to rock!

She returns to the table, “Well, I guess I’ll see you tonight then?”

“Yup, 7:00. Be ready,” I chuckle. She smiles back, laughing a little.

“I’ll be ready, don’t worry. Good bye.”

“Bye,” I say as I watch her leave the little shop. I smile after her until she’s out of sight.

Tonight will be amazing.


Lunch Break





Finally, it’s lunch time. I quickly put away the papers I was “finishing up” and put my pens in my desk. I stand up and grab by laptop. I start walking down the hall and I smile at my co-workers as we pass. I reach the elevator and I hit the lobby button. The elevator stops at every floor and more people pack into the little room.




We hurry out of the elevator into the lobby. I head for the parking garage as I fumble with my keys. The automatic doors open as I walk through them and reach my jet black Corvette, my pride and joy. As I sit behind the wheel, I take a deep breath. The air smells like leather with a hint of vanilla.

As I leave the parking garage, I suddenly remember a little coffee shop that I heard about. It’s only a few blocks away. I might as well try it, maybe it’s a good place.

When I arrive at the coffee shop, I study the sign by the front door. It reads, “Buy one iced coffee, get the second free! Today only!” Now I’m thinking Sweet! Today’s my lucky day! I open the door and my ears are ambushed by the sweet melody of indie music. It’s a very nice change from the techno crap on the radio. As I walk up to the counter, I hear the lyrics “…I need you in it…” and I smile. I wonder who this band is? Maybe the coffee lady will know.

“Two iced coffees, please.”

“Coming right up,” the woman says with a grin. She quickly makes them and hands them to me.

“That will be $2.10.” I hand her the cash.

“Do you know what this song is called, Miss?”

“Well, of course I do! This is ”I Need You In It.’ ‘I believe it’s by Meg & Dia.” The woman’s smile is contagious, so a goofy grin pops up on my face as I nod at her and turn around. I search the room, with that silly grin, and I find an open chair across the room. I set my coffees down and then I pull out my laptop and turn it on. I sit and let out a long sigh.

Then she walks in. I hear the little “ding” of the door. I turn to look, as everyone does, and I find myself starstruck. Who is this beautiful creature? I must find out her name. So I stand up, with both coffees in hand, and I walk over to her.

“Excuse me, Miss?” She turns her head and looks at me.

“Were you wanting an iced coffee…? I have two and I won’t be drinking them both.” She smiles at me.

“Actually, I was! Funny, huh?” She giggles, which causes me to smile. I hand her the coffee.

“Thanks!” She says. I nod and walk back to my table. That was…scary. I login on my laptop and I take my first sip of the coffee. YUCK! This is disgusting! I look up from my laptop and I see the woman coming towards me. What do I say? What do I do?

“May I join you, Sir?”

“Of course.” I say as I get up and push her chair in for her.

“Why, thank you.” She smiles up at me, “This coffee is amazing!” She takes a sip.

“This may sound like a crummy pick up line, but this is the first time I’ve been here. Do you come here a lot?”

“Everyday! Everything is delicious!” She giggles. I grin.

I look up at her, “What’s your name?”

“Zoey. What about you? Do you have a name?” She looks at me.

“Adam.” This is such an awkward silence. I take a sip of my gross coffee.

“Do you like it?”


“The coffee.”

“Oh, yeah it’s very good,” I smile. It’s not good at all, but I don’t want to offend her. I look down at my laptop and see that I have an email. It’s from the office. It reads, “Meeting today at 1:00. Be there.” I look down at the time, and it’s 12:45! Crap!

“I have to go back to work. I guess I’ll see you around then, Zoey.” I stand up with my things and stick out my hand. She grabs it and we shake hands.

“It was nice to meet you,” we both say.

I rush out the door to my corvette and off to work I go. I’m coming back tomorrow. I hope I see Zoey again.

The Run

Here I am.

There I am.

I am everywhere.

And still I cannot lose them.

I know it was wrong of me to kill that guard. I know I was committing a crime. I thought I was fast enough. I thought I could outrun my fate. And here I am, nearly ten feet from death. I saved that woman’s life and for that, I will be murdered.

What happened to our world? Our land? Rome? As a young lad, I loved to sit and listen to the tales of the old days. When men could walk the streets without being frightened of never returning home.  Who made the Borgia in charge? Who told them they could control us? We outnumber them, but we cannot overthrow their power. Why must we suffer?





I must focus on what is at hand. I must find a way to escape.


No! The cliff! I had forgotten about the cliff! How could I be so naive? I cannot turn around now.

I must fight.

They have guns, crossbows, swords, horses, and…I have nothing. How can I win with these odds?

What is that…? Over there. Even a few guards have strayed their eyes to this figure. It is getting closer…closer…and closer.

Is it…?

Could it be…?

Are the rumors true…?

It is. It is him! Oh, happy days! I am saved! Thank the Lord!

The guards are now dead and I am once again a free man! My savior, he approaches. His words…they are so strong.

I struggle to reply to his request, “Join you…? And take the Borgia down…once and for all…?” The man nods at my words.

“You will teach me the ways of fighting? And I will become your apprentice?” My savior nods once more.

“I am in.”

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