GIVE ME A DAY

Episode 2

Josh dressed up in his master's bedroom after taking a bath. His wardrobe was in three sections, one for his suits and shirt placed according to colours. Shoes according to designers and colour. There was a drawer on the left side of the wardrobe that had his wristwatches. Some were diamonds and the rest gold. His car keys were in a different section of the drawer, neatly arranged.

He just had his bath, walked out with a towel around his waist and went to the standing mirror to brush his hair.

“ I'm so cute. Look at this handsome face,” admiring himself, he chose a black button-down suit with black suit trousers, a white shirt, put it on and knotted a sky blue tie. He wore his black boxers, put on his trousers, fastened a sky blue belt and zipped it up. He finished off by spraying a nice cologne, got his Rolls-Royce car key from the top drawer, then left his bedroom's wardrobe.

There was an oval king-size bed in the middle, Italian furniture and lights. The room was a combination of grey and white.

Josh went down to the garage. There were over ten cars; Porsche, Bentley, Rolls-Royce, Maserati, Bugatti, Mercedes-Benz, Aston Martin, Camry, Corolla, SUV and Prado. It looked like a car shop. He got into his Porsche, opened the garage with its remote control and drove off while the garage automatically closed back.

He went to his favourite coffee shop at 45Mac streets in New York City. While trying to park, he almost rammed into a young lady. He jumped out of the car, alarmed that he had killed someone.

“Oh my God. I've...” seeing that she was not dead, he exhaled. “Are you okay?” He asked, moving very close to the lady.

“Yeah. Am fine. Be careful next time, so you don't end up killing someone.” She teased.

Is she making a joke when I almost ran her over? “ I am freaking sorry... I didn't see you there.” Still concerned about the attitude she had just put up. Hopefully, she is not concussed.

For the first time, he looked up at her. Charmed by the beauty before him, dark-skinned, twenty or maybe a bit above that, average height, short brown hair and very calm.

He was looking into those dreamy hazel eyes of hers, lost.

“Hey!” She snapped her fingers.

Startled, “Oh, I am just lost.”

“Do I need to find you?

“No. I mean, I am mesmerized by your beauty. God is indeed an Artist.”

“I see,” sarcastically, “I think God is a poet too. He created you in his image of the right choice of words.”

Laughing, “I am Josh. And, I am sincerely sorry for my careless driving that would have led to the loss of lives.” He extended his hands for a handshake.

Shaking his hand, “it's okay. Aren't we all careless? Just drive safely. My name is Sparkle,” checking her wristwatch, “and I have to be on my way to work. Nice meeting you. In an awkward way and situation.”

“Pleasure is all mine. Please let me buy you breakfast.”

“No, thanks.”

“Lunch?”

“Still, no.”

“Then, dinner it is.”

“Hmm, I am too busy for any. Thanks for offering though.”

“I insist. Just spare me five minutes of your time...please.”

“Okay. Okay. Okay. Okay. You are persuasive and persistent. Breakfast by 9 am. Maybe we could...”

Josh cut in, “it's perfect. Let me drop you off at your place of work.”

“No, thanks. I prefer to ride this beauty,” pointing to a parked pink bicycle.

“You are going to ride that?" Disgustingly pointing at it, “to work?"

Walking to the bicycle, “watch me, baby.” She hopped on it and rode off.

Shouting and waving "9 am. Breakfast.”

Some individuals within the vicinity were looking at him like some deranged dude. Bowing in apology, slowly he moved to his car, got in, "not getting the coffee anymore," he muttered, smiling down at the card.