Prize

People often say, if you want your dream to happen, work hard for it. Strive hard to reach it. Take risk to fully claim it. Cry sweat in so much hard work for it.

Well, in my case. You can just be careless to reach your dream.

You can just lose your things.

I just lost my book and now I'll be having an appointment with United States of America's most successful author, the ever handsome, Edward Walker.

My dream guy.

The only guy I admired my whole life.

This is too good to be true!

I am waiting right now here in T-café, one of the most famous cafe here in New York. I am sipping my coffee, waiting for Edward Walker's appearance.

I am not supposed to wait.

Waiting was never my job.

I was born having beside me one call away type of people.

And I used to get what I want in just one call.

But this is Edward Walker that I've been waiting for. So, I'll kind of work out on my patience.

I might miss the opportunity.

I am not sure if he is really coming, but I commented on his most recent tweet in Twitter. It was his picture with his book and I think it is the best and most appropriate tweet I can comment on.

He haven't replied to it yet, but I'm sure he read it already.

I tweeted a comment yesterday saying, “Good day, Mr. Walker, I lost my book in a bar after your book signing. A friend told me you were also partying there. And I think it is your book that I got. I apologize for the inconvenience that I brought and I swear to fix it. We can meet at T-café here in New York tomorrow afternoon. And have book swapping. I badly want my book back. I really am sorry for what happened.”

It was not even my fault why we got our books exchanged but I have to be this gentle. A have to apologize and claim that everything was my fault. He might not like me if he knows how rude and how arrogant I am.

I am wishing that he would come. I do not think if he had seen my comment already, but I wish he already did. I don't know what I would do if he won't meet me. I might be disappointed and feel sad for expecting.

A beauty like mine does not deserve to wait for anyone, unless it's Edward Walker. Then, I'll wait.

But, still. I must not wait.

Today is Monday and I have works to do, but I chose to set a meeting just so I could take my book back, return this book that I got... and see Edward, of course.

When Ella called me yesterday, I immediately planned to have a meeting with mister Walker.

It makes me uncomfortable knowing that my book is in his hands and I put a kiss mark on it! It's such a shame! Since middle school, I've dreamed of meeting Edward, but clearly not this way!

I have been waiting for him for almost two hours now, it's one in the afternoon when I came here and I've already ordered two slices of cake.

He should not make people wait. Isn't he not interested in taking his book back?

It's so boring here!

It is making me uncomfortable being inside the cafe with couples and friends around me while I'm here alone. Watching over costumers who enters the store. Hoping that they are him. Plus, the weather is not good. It's raining outside causing the sky to darken and when this happens, I usually just sleep in my room or read books. I hate rain, especially when it causes fog. Maybe because I had a bad experience with it.

Thirty minutes passed and he's not yet here. I see no Edward Walker inside the cafe. If he does not want to meet me, he can just send his assistant. I badly want to get my book back!

I should be going to Smith's Home For The Homeless in San Francisco this afternoon. I should be delivering new books for the children.

But look at me! I look stupid waiting for him!

Urgh! Why am I so into him?!

I hate this! I can't stand being irritated by him!

My guard melts, every time I remember how admiring he is.

Earlier this morning, I went to my office, I am an accountant in an electric cooperative company. And after I took my lunch, I immediately drove myself here. Just so I won't make him wait but turns out, I'm the one waiting for him.

My sight flew to the entrance of the cafe when a man entered. I thought it was him but it wasn't.

I sighed. I think I should go already.

I looked at the book in front of me. I just wasted my time waiting for nothing.

Well, I know to myself that I can't just set an appointment with the most famous author in the country just through social media. That's too reckless and fool of me. I should have decided better.

I really thought that I can get things easily. My parents used to spoil me so much when I was a kid. Everything that I ask to have would be given to me in an instant. And up until now, I still think of things that way.

I dialed Ella's number.

“Hey” she answered

“I'm in T-cafe right now, can you come?”

“Oh, I'm sorry babe. I still have things to do, maybe tomorrow. Or call Alice, she might be free. By the way, what are you doing there?”

“Nothing! I'll call Alice now, bye! I love you!” I excused and ended the call

I dialed Alice's phone number. It only rang. I think she's having a photoshoot today.

I looked at the time on my phone, it's 4:23 in the afternoon and still, I see no Edward Walker.

Not even a shadow.

I held the book and stood up. I walked straight to my car outside the store.

It's not raining very hard anymore. But drizzles are there, giving evidence that a rain just poured to this place.

I even used the book to cover my head, that's why it's cover page got wet.

No!

This might get unattractive and unpresentable if I return it to him!

No!

I started the car engine immediately.

I still have things to do that are more important than setting a meeting up with the country's most successful author, like buying books for the kids in Smith's Home For The Homeless.

Just kidding, Edward Walker is the most important.

I drove to the most famous book store here in New York. This store is owned by one of the United States of America's most rising authors.

Who else?

The one and only, Edward Walker.

Nothing else.

See! I really am into him! I do things in connection with him! I think no one but him! My decisions are connected to him!

And he can't even notice me. He can't even give time just so we could meet!

Well, what do I expect?

I'm just his fan. Only his fan!

I live my life admiring him. And he does nothing but make me admire him more.

His story pieces are my weakness.

I felt sad for the three hours that I wasted. I should have done more important things than waiting and gain nothing.

I'm so stupid!--

“Ouch!” I reacted when I bumped into someone

I did not notice that I am already inside the book store.

I looked at the tall man in front of me. He had his hair in a clean one sided cut.

He looks so fresh. And he looks familiar.

Wait...

My mouth formed an “O” when I recognized who it was.

Oh my gosh!

No!

Gosh!

His tantalizing eyes, again caught my attention.

But this time, it is way too different from before.

If I told him rude things when I saw him the first time, maybe because there's something in him that got me.

And I hated it.

I hated it that there's someone else that would get my attention.

Especially men, unless it is Edward Walker.

I should be rude on what he had done the last time we met, but there's something that's stopping me.

This is not good!

How can he be this admiring?!

He got me... speechless

Maybe it's his look.

His scent.

And the smirk plastered on his face that made the ticking clock stop.

That made the world discontinue from spinning.

That made the cold wind, warm.

Is this the prize from the above for making me wait for so long?

Then, I'm willing to wait more.

Kidding aside.

He's like an angel sent to this world to make every girl drool.

He cooly uttered a curse and squatted to pick up the books that fell.

What is he going here?!