Hannah

I walked out of the theater and began walking outside. I was able to reach the beginning of the next street before I heard footsteps.

"Look, Jules, I'm thankful for you taking me out really, but-"

"Hannah, wait."

I stop walking and turn to see Al running towards me.

"Just wait and listen to me, Hannah. I'm begging you."

"What is there to talk about?"

"Please, Hannah, please,"

"Fine, talk."

"Can we go somewhere less open and not in the middle of the street?"

"Yeah, there's a small cafe down the street."

We walk in silence until we reach the cafe. Once we get inside, he grabbed a little table for us in the back and ordered a coffee.

"Do you want one?"

"No, thank you."

"Okay," he replied, sitting down.

"So you didn't fuck her?" I ask, getting straight to the point.

"No. Hell no."

"You guys have never fucked before?"

"Absolutely not. I hate her."

"Okay."

"So... are we back together?"

I looked up at him and laugh, "No. You have to work way harder than that."

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is, even if you didn't cheat, you lost my trust. That's something you need to have for a relationship to work in case you forgot. Right now I don't know if you'll forget about me the minute a nice piece of ass passes you. The pain I went through, Al. I thought I wasn't good enough. I need to know that you're serious about me. That you genuinely care about me. I need to know that I'm not just one of your toys. I need to know that I'm the only woman you think about and want to think about. I need to trust you again. You have to work for it. You have to prove it to me. You have to prove to me that this is real. But you also need to know that I won't wait forever. Time is precious, Al." I knew I was being hard on him, but what choice did I have. If he is wanted this to work as much as I do, he'll do whatever it takes to gain my trust back.

Al

"Fuck, man, I need your help. I've got nothing, like absolutely nothing. Great, the minute I get close to getting her back I can't come up with anything."

"Just take her to dinner or something. Shoes, jewelry. You know, the usual." David responds.

"Hannah isn't the 'usual.' She's special."

"Oh shit." He stops eating the chip in his hand and looks at me, shocked. "You're falling for her. No, you already have. You fucking love her dude."

"This stays between me and you got it?" I stand up from the couch. "That is besides the point, anyway. I need your help. I'm not good at anything besides what I already do."

"Except one thing," David says, grinning.

"What?"

"You know what."

"No, I actually don't."

''Oh yes you do."

When I finally catch on, I shake my head, "Hell no. Absolutely not."

"Why?"

"I haven't played in a long time, and I'm not good enough yet."

"Come on, you're awesome, bro. She'll love that. Especially since you've never even pulled it out for your other girlfriends, let alone even tell them. "

"Nah, I don't think, I'm good enough for that. I want her to come back to me, not run away even further."

"Alright fine, if you don't believe you're good, then that's your problem. Other than that, I don't have any other ideas, so good luck with that." He says, getting off the couch and walking towards the door.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"I'm going to get a burger. What's it to you?"

"Nah. You're about to help me with this song. How are you gonna suggest something like that and not help make it happen?"

"So you're doing it? You're using the guitar? You're gonna play a song for her?"

"Yes God damn it, now come on. As she said, 'time is precious.' "

Hannah

"Oh my gosh, Hannah, ever since we found out he wasn't a backstabbing, cheater and your man has been such a suck-up, it's pathetic."

"He's not my man. And he might not ever be if he doesn't get his act together. I already told him gifts like that aren't going to cut it. "

"I know, I know, but come on, look at it, it's a Judith Leiber Couture bag. This thing cost a fucking fortune." Jules argues, pulling out some of the many, many things he had sent. Ever since the day I told him what he had to do, he's been sending flowers, clothes, bags, shoes, and more bags.

"Don't get me wrong, the gifts are amazing and I appreciate them. But this is what I told him I didn't want. This not going to cut it this time. I want him to be serious and to trust him, you know? So until then I'm not touching or using any of this stuff."

"Really, not even this?" She asks, holding up something beautiful. A lifetime supply of cheese balls. This was my favorite snack in the whole world. I couldn't believe he remembered or was even listening to me, for that matter. I had told him that on our third or fourth date because he asked why I had a picture of cheese balls in my bag. I started babbling all about it and just thought he wasn't listening, because he was only staring at me. I was so emotional my eyes were getting watery just at this little thing.

"Well, one thing won't hurt anyone, right?" I said, getting up to go hid them in my room. When I reached my room, I heard the doorbell ring.

"Jules, get the door."

No response.

"Jules, someones at the door."

No response.

"Jules, please get the damn door!"

Still no response as the doorbell continues to ring.

"Nevermind I'll get it."

I open the door and see the mailman. This time he didn't come by with tons of boxes, thankfully.

"Sign here please, Ms. Brown," he said, handing me the paper I had to sign.

I signed the papers, and he gave me an envelope.

"Thank you. Have a nice day, bye," I say quickly before closing the door. Curious to find out what was in the envelope. I opened it and it had two things in inside. A VIP ticket and a sheet of paper. I didn't know what the ticket was for, so I just put it in my pocket. I bring my attention back to the paper

"Dear Hannah, I am twenty-five years old. I was born in nineteen-ninety, August sixteen. My favorite color is blue, and my favorite food is tacos, as you know. My parent's names were Janice Capone and Al Capone (Yes, I was named after my father.) Both my parents raised me like a normal child until I was none years old
They gave me a gun, a bag, and told me to leave. I was on the street for many years, eating whatever I could find and trying to find a place to live. When I turned eleven, a wonderful woman found me begging outside of a gas station and took me in. She brought me into her home and treated me as if I were her own. Fed me, clothed me, took me to school, all of that. I was never really bullied in school, but I didn't like the way I looked. I didn't like how everyone treated me. As if I was invisible. And I also didn't like the way the girls snickered at how skinny I was. So freshman year that's when I met my best friend, the guy that I would take a bullet for. One of the people that helped change my life. He saw me playing hoops at the basketball court after school and asked if I could play. So eventually we started playing together, and we became buds. He took me to his house and we would lift weights. I used his weights every day and sometimes all day. So eventually, in my junior year, I was as buff and big as the rest of the guys at my school, if not bigger. When Ms. Wester died (The woman who took me in) David and his parents, let me stay with them until I went   off to college. So now, this is my life. I own a company 'Capone Industries'. A company that buys other companies. I am a millionaire and known across the world. I live in a Penthouse Apartment. I am Six-three with gold eyes and matching short, curly hair.

And the VIP ticket, take it, and wear the pretty blue dress that should be in one of the boxes. You're thinking, 'How I am I supposed to know which one is the blue dress, a lot of them are blue?' Trust me, baby, you'll know which one. On Friday, this week, go to Club Crown on Kirkland street, there will be a car waiting outside for you on that day.

In my humble but accurate opinion, burn this after reading. - Al Capone."

By the time I finished reading the note, I had tears in his eyes. The things he went through as just a small child shattered heart. But those tears quickly turned into ones of joy.