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pick you up? Or what?”
    “You can either pick me up at the office or I
can swing by your apartment.”
    “What?” I blurted. “You won’t even tell me
where you live? You think I’m a crazy stalker or something?”
    “No. But I like to be safe.”
    I guess that was the smart thing to do. “Want
to swing by my place? That way you’ll know where it’s at just in
case it comes up.”
    “That’s fine with me.”
    “Cool. 6:30?” It was weird to be picked up by
a chick. The only time a girl came to my apartment was when she
wanted me to stick it to her good.
    “I’ll be there.”
    “Alright, see you then.”
    “Bye, Ash.”
    “Wait.”
    “What?” she asked.
    “I’m excited for you to see my
guitar—Alessandra.”
    She chuckled into the phone. “She better be
as beautiful as you say.”
    “Not nearly as beautiful as you. But nothing
is.”
    ***
    She arrived at my door wearing sultry eye
shadow and red lipstick. Her skin was fairer than a porcelain doll,
and the tight dress she wore highlighted every beautiful curve she
possessed. The heels on her feet just made her look even
sexier.
    I looked her up and down and whistled.
“Day-um.”
    Her cheeks reddened instantly and she tried
to cover it up with a smile.
    “You clean up good.” She didn’t look bad
before, completely to the contrary, but she didn’t dress up and
make herself look like a supermodel either. “You’re lucky that
contract is in place otherwise you’d be another one of my
victims.”
    “I doubt that.” She entered my apartment and
took a look around. “It’s nice…”
    The place was pretty messy but I didn’t have
time to clean up. “It’s usually worse than this so be
thankful.”
    “Lucky me.”
    “Come here.” I walked further into the living
room then grabbed the guitar. “This is her…and I love her.” I
extended the guitar to her. “Want to hold her?”
    “You really trust me?” she asked
sarcastically.
    “Just don’t drop her. Otherwise, I’m going to
break one of your heels so we’ll be even.”
    “You wouldn’t dare.” She took it from my arms
then pulled the strap over her neck. She lightly strummed one
chord.
    “Wow…you look hot.”
    “Thanks. I could be a rock star.”
    “Looking like that you could. You want to
learn how to play? I could teach you.”
    She chuckled and took the guitar off. “I
don’t have time to learn an instrument.”
    “Come on, I’m an awesome teacher.”
    “Who have you taught?”
    I shrugged. “Myself.”
    “And that’s the only reference you have?”
    “Hey, I’m awesome. You should hear me
play.”
    She eyed the time on the TV. “We should
probably go so we aren’t late.”
    “Ugh, I’d rather stay here and watch you hold
my guitar.”
    “Maybe later.”
    I set it down on the stand then grabbed my
wallet. “If it comes up, we met in a coffee shop, I wooed you, and
now you’re totally smitten with me.”
    “Got it.”
    We walked out of my apartment then headed up
the sidewalk.
    “Where are we going?”
    “Some Italian place my parents like. I want
them to be in a good mood so I let them pick whatever they wanted.”
I kept my hands in my pockets as I walked beside her. Even in tall
heels, she was much shorter than me. It was surprising since her
legs looked so long.
    “How’ve your three weeks been?”
    “Okay,” I said. “Just been working and
playing my guitar. What about you?”
    “Just been working.”
    “See, you do have time to learn an
instrument.”
    She shook her head. “I don’t have the
patience.”
    “You have the patience to put up with
me.”
    “True,” she said with a chuckle.
    We arrived at the restaurant and I took a
deep breath. “Try not to punch them in the face.”
    “When have I ever given you the impression I
was violent?”
    “All girls are crazy. They just show their
true colors at different times.” My parents were already there.
They had a table near the window, and their glasses of wine were
already in