City Lounge: New York (Book One, Chapter Eight: Escape to Crush)

Chapter Eight: Escape to Crush:

-Soho, Manhattan, Summer 2012-

Two weeks in and Izzie and Kris hit it off pretty well. Their back and forth soon gave way to flirting. But before she could take anything further, Izzie still had a little problem.

Getting away from someone you don’t want to talk to isn’t always easy. Especially, it they won’t quit. Tonight, Izzie decided to get out of her apartment for a change. Despite being in a different setting, the phone calls wouldn’t stop. Izzie stared at her phone in the Pegu Club. She sighed and rejected the call. Today alone must have been fifteen calls. Izzie shook her head.

She’s persistent, I’ll give her that much.

“Must not be easy,” a woman’s voice said. “Trying to avoid someone you don’t want to talk to.” Izzie turned to see a woman dark brown hair to her shoulders. She smiled at her like a cat.

“Something like that,” Izzie said.

“Let me guess, an ex?”

“Yeah.” Izzie got lost in the woman’s smooth Scottish accent. The writer shook herself back into reality. She stuck out her head.

“I’m Izzie,” she said.

“Dianne,” the woman said back. Both women shook hands. Izzie looked at her phone. Dianne looked over her shoulder.

“You could just block that number,” she said.

“Like that would ever stop her,” Izzie mumbled to herself.

“Excuse me?” Dianne asked. The author shook her head. She noticed Dianne staring at her.

“What?” she asked.

“You don’t strike me as the type who would go out and party at will. What are you doing out here?”

Izzie put up her hands and chuckled. “You got me! I just felt like getting out for the night.” She tilted her head. “You’re not from around here, are you?”

“Guilty,” Dianne said. Izzie frowned when her cell phone rang.

“You going to answer that?” the Scottish woman asked.

“Nah,” Izzie said.

“It could be important.”

“It’s not, trust me.” Izzie rejected the call and turned off her phone. She smiled seconds after doing so. “Suddenly, I feel better. Can I buy you a drink?”

Dianne raised her eyebrow. “Are you looking for a rebound?”

“You tell me.” Izzie pushed her hair behind her ear.

“Sure,” the Scottish woman said. “You look like you could use someone to talk to.”

“Are you going to talk or spend the night analyzing me?”

“You tell me.”

Izzie looked as if she had been shot with cupid’s pistol. Just like with Kris, three years later led to more craziness and love.

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