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About 20 minutes were passed and his meal was finally delivered, he was snapped from cloud 9 still lost in thought throughout the whole while. Jashid thanked the waitress and applied two spoons of sugar and milk to his coffee, taking a small sip to moisten his mouth. Grabbing the silverware fork and knife the male began slicing a few pieces of ham and egg to dip a forkful of hash brown within the yolk and stab a thick piece of ham on the end, bringing the component to delve in his mouth and with lips embraced slightly slip out clean the fork. "Mm." Jashid rolled his eyes up induced in the savory taste of the meal, the chef truly had kept his touch since that day he came around with his date. His slanted hues kept looking down at his place losing touch with the outside world to not detect someone slide across from him, the soft octave sound of a female’s voice caught his attention; thick brows perched and averted his eyes to land on a caramel skinned beauty. "It’s alright, it happens." A quirk of a smile surfaced before fading again, brows furrowing at the mention of his name from her lips. “Have we met befo- Natalie?” Eyes gawked for a minute, surely he believed something went wrong with the food that’s causing him to now hallucinate; to test it out, an arm was extended outward for thumb and index pinch and pull on the female’s cheek. "Oh shit, it is you. Or my eyes still deceiving?"

Natalie laughed softly and glanced away from his eyes. The moment was surreal. She never thought in a million years she would ever see him again. Or that she would ever want to see him again. But here he was in all his glory, right in front her. Memories flooded her brain, starting with the date they had at the diner and along with sitting in the booth. She glanced back up, focusing on his eyes. Nothing about him changed other than it was clear to her that he seemed to have finally matured from his old ways. “If you even have to question if it really is me…maybe your eyes are deceiving and you answered your own question,” she kept her eyes on him as her fingers glided across the table to grab the menu. “Anyway, I thought you moved half way across the country. What are you doing back here?” She battled with trying to appear nonchalant instead of being excited and overwhelmed with his presence.

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The outside world was misted with a thin film of fog after a heavy shower over the orange county of California, the chilly atmosphere crept through cracks of open windows and below the entrance door of every home. Droplets of rain adorned the windows of a precise abode, inside a dark room a male sat on the edge of his bed with hands interlaced before him as elbows comfortably propped on his thighs, the wedged reflection of the moon’s rays seeped through the clear glass illuminating against the male’s physique. Jashid had been suffering from insomnia due to the special date of his wedding approaching; his stomach felt empty at the thought, peering over his shoulder to view his bride to be sleeping effortlessly with a relaxed countenance. His stomach, however growled signaling it was starving and needed to be fed. The tall male gradually stood from the bed hindering any possible rapid movements from starling Megan, his fiancee, from her heavy slumber. Jashid simply placed on black sweats with a navy blue hoodie and gamma blue 11’s, exiting his one family home. He unlocked the doors to his Mercedes and idly pulled from the parking and into the asphalt road; not knowing a specific place to dine, he allowed his conscience to lead the way.

Parking was easy, and just outside the establishment. Exiting, Jashid looked at the 24 hour diner. Immediately his heart dropped at a sudden feeling surfacing in his chest when he saw a familiar booth through the wide rectangular window, motioning his legs to finally operate and enter the almost vacant place. “Um, could I occupy that booth over there?” He inquired to the waitress behind the counter, who gathered a menu and nodded with a weary smile. “Sure thing, handsome.” The blonde haired waitress seemed to be in her early twenties, already fatigued with bags developing underneath her piercing blue eyes; sliding in and ordering some hash brown, ham, sunny side up eggs and a cup of coffee. His large hand glided over the smooth surface of the table, reminiscing of a special someone he’d brought here during their first date. A small smile surfaced remembering the moment they spent right there, it was just saddening they couldn’t pull through and led to a distasteful break-up. Jashid wished it hasn’t happened, but he knew he’ll never see her again anytime soon. Running a hand over his sprouting afro which he hasn’t bothered to cut and down to pinch the end of his goatee, desperately trying to erase and clear his mind off those memories of that one female he believed to be his one true soul-mate, his everything and beloved. It didn’t matter anymore, he moved on and soon getting married down the road. It was forbidden to fantasizes about another woman, one he failed to claim.

"You’re still here?" Natalie eyes looked up towards the voice of her assistant Jacob. Before she responded, she glance at the time on her Mac computer and widen her eyes. "I hadn’t realized…" Her voice trailed off as she rubbed her eyes. It was late and yet again she overworked herself. She could imagined how upset her fiancé had to be at this moment. She failed to keep her promises every night this week, that she would come home early. He clearly didn’t understand and part of that infuriated her to the point she wouldn’t come home on purpose. It was difficult being the editor of a major fashion magazine and planning a wedding at the time. Natalie could admit, however, that the magazine came first before anything and everything. She pushed away from her desk and stood up from the plush purple swivel chair. "I suppose I’ll go home now," she clicked off her computer and the lights off her desk and walked around it, "But you…Go home and sleep. I shouldn’t need you to do anything else." She smiled as he handed her coach purse. "I wouldn’t be a good assistant if you didn’t need me Natalie." She shook her head at him and called out to him as she made her way to the elevator. "Have a good weekend Jake!" She sighed as she relaxed her body against the walls of the elevator. She had so much to do and not enough time. Planning a wedding was suppose to be exciting but instead here she was dreading the day of it. Her fiancé Ryan was amazing and so was his family. She often thought was there enough love, however, for her to be married for a lifetime. Natalie knew of one person she once believed to be worth it. Unfortunately that relationship burned down with the rest of his clothes she had set on fire. She chuckled at the thought as she made her way to her newly bought black Porsche. She was young and crazy but she loved him with everything in her. It was a shame how the way things ended but that was life. Some people would be shoved out the way to make room for new.

Natalie glanced at the time on her dashboard. It didn’t matter if she came home now; she would still be late. Her stomach growled signaling she was hungry and made her commit an illegal U-turn in the middle of the road. Her eyes passed all of the fast food places that were still open. She allowed her brain to unconsciously drive her to the 24 hour diner. The familiarity smacked her in the face as she used the sidewalk to walk into the little restaurant. She wasn’t greeted by the hostess when she walked in which led her to seat herself. Natalie walked past all of the empty seats, neither of them interest her enough to sit down. Until a particular one and she proceeded to slide into the booth. There sitting across from her was an unknown man “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize anyone was sitting here.” Natalie glanced at his face. Despite looking a little older, she immediately knew who she was staring at. “Jashid?”