Knock knock. Someone is knocking on the door of my shop. I quickly get up and go to the door.
I swing open the door to find a letter on the ground. Confused, I pick up the letter, and check the seal. It doesn't have anything written on the envelope. I open the envolpe to discover what's inside.
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Laughter fills the air as me and the women at the bar talk on and on. I don't know her name yet. She won't tell me. Its become a little game of ours. Every few minutes I'll randomly shout out a name and she'll tell me if I guessed correctly. I still haven't gotten it.
Even though her name is still a mystery to me, I know a lot about her.
She has brown hair with little streaks of blonde. Eyes as green as the sea. Her eyebrows are perfectly shaped. She's beautiful.
She is and orphan, both her parents are dead. She never knew them. She basically raised herself.
Even though she was basically alone her whole life, she is still a happy person. She says she loves to travel the world and that's what keeps her happy.
And she has yet to find love but, she hopes too one day. I find myself hoping she finds love too.
There's one more thing about her. She always says dearie. I don't know why and she won't tell me but she always does.
" Now can I buy you a drink?" As I ask this I swear I see a twinkle in her eye.
" Even though you know so much about me, you still haven't guessed my name."
" I don't need to know your name. In fact I will give you a name. I think I'll call you.... Dearie. Not only because you always say that. Because your sweet and beautiful. And when you laugh all I can focus on is your dimples that show. Your a dear." As I say this she looks at me with those huge sea green eyes.
She looks down and blushes as she says " You can buy me a drink."