"Connor huh? I like it." Jessica said to him.
"I do too. So, is that a yes or no? I'm not a stranger anymore."
"I'd say that's a yes."
"So are you going to stay here and wait or let me pick you up later?"
"Hmmm, I don't know if I should give you my address just yet either. I mean, I technically just met you and I know nothing about you. Like, what if you are secretly working for someone trying to get all my information and steal my identity or murder me?"
"Jessica, trust me, all I want to do is get to know you. I am harmless, I couldn't even hurt a fly. I might just have to beat someone up once in a while to get all my anger out but only if they deserve it. You feel me?" He laughed.
"I can't tell the difference from being sarcastic or not most of the time and I can't tell if you are being it right now." She looks down. She is ashamed of not being able to tell whether or not someone is being sarcastic or not. She feels so stupid when someone is being sarcastic and she cannot tell so they have to tell her, it's embarrassing.
She suddenly feels two fingers lift her chin up.
"Jess, I'm being sarcastic right now. I don't beat up people when I need to take my anger out. I've never beaten anybody up or gotten in a fight."
"Okay, good. That's not nice."
"Someone just sat down, I'll be back soon." He said before scurrying off.
Jessica sat down on one of the bar stools at the counter you pay at. She watched Connor do his job. She was amazed at how good he can look when he's not even trying. He is just doing his job like everyday and he looks like an angel.
"Alright, I'm back for a little bit."
"Dude, you are so professional. I've never noticed how professional you are."
"Yeah I guess so, I'm just doing my job. I need money." He laughs.
"What do you need money for?" She is very curious about this man and wants to know everything about him. She could talk to him for hours.
"I'm in college. I take it online though."
"Oh, what are you majoring in?"
"I'm majoring in psychology. I want to be a psychiatrist. Do you know what college you're going to go to yet?"
"I'm really in love with New York University. I don't know what I want to do yet though. I'll probably go in undecided honestly."
"You are a senior I'm guessing. Are you seventeen or eighteen?"
"I'm eighteen. What about you?"
"I'm nineteen, almost twenty. I am in my second year of college right now."
"Speaking of second years, I've been coming to this restaurant for two years now and I have never noticed you. When did you start working here?"
"I started working here about four months ago. I just moved here last year and needed a job to pay for college. I saw this place a few times and thought 'I could work here, it seems really nice.'"
"Did you just get your schedule changed or something? This is the first time I've ever seen you out here since you've been working here."
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Unexpected
Teen FictionSeventeen year old Jessica Jones's senior year of high school is not what she expected it to be. She expected to graduate with straight As. She expected to graduate with the same friends. She expected to lay low the whole year. She expected to b...