3 GUYS, A GIRL, AND A ROSE
Chapter One
Christina Castillo sat down in the pub. She
looked so lost, so alone. She was a beauty from Spain who had come to New York
young, along with her parents and sisters. Her family was broken up now. Her
mom fell in love with someone else. The young, eighteen-year-old girl who
worked at the pub had a mind that always drifted away. A heart that always fell
in love. A heart that rejected others.
She got up from her chair after taking her
break. She wiped down the bar. When she looked up, she saw the most handsome
man she had ever seen. He was looking at her while his friend was playing with
the napkins. She quickly came around the bar and hurried to the table to take
their order.
"How may I help you?"
*****
Jack Dawson sat down with his best friend,
Fabrizio di Rossi. He had his art supplies in a bag next to him on the floor.
"Jack, this pub looks great! We should
come here more often," Fabrizio said, in a strong Brooklyn-Italian accent.
"Yeah, it is." His blue eyes
wandered around the pub. His eyes stopped at the girl who was cleaning the bar.
She was like an angel. Beautiful, dark, flowing hair, a cherubic face, one you
could ever imagine. She lifted up her head, her face turning around in their
direction. He quickly turned his head and tapped his fingers on the table. From
the corner of his eye, he could feel her looking at him. He saw her get out
from the bar and make her way toward their table.
"How may I help you?" her sweet
voice asked.
"Hi. I'd like a Miller Light," Fabrizio
said.
"I'd like a Budweiser." As she
looked down to write their orders, Jack took a quick glance at her cleavage. He
couldn't help but stare. It was right out there.
"Anything else with that?" she
asked.
"Your number," Jack came out with
out of nowhere. Fabrizio just smiled.
"Well. Will you call me?" she
asked, with a huge grin on her face.
"Yeah. I was thinking maybe we could
hang out sometimes. Fabrizio, you, and I. All three of us. Sometimes just you
and me. Stuff like that." He was nervous, she could tell. He ran his hand
through his blonde hair. He felt like an idiot. Fabrizio tried to hide his
laughter.
"Nice." She wrote on a piece of
paper and slammed it down on the table. "That's my house number and my
cell number. If you decide to call…well…that'd be just great. If not, then
whatever. By the way, my name my name is Christina Castillo."
Jack watched her walk off. He stared at her
number hard enough to burn a hole through it.
"Jack, you're one lucky bastard!"
Fabrizio shouted to him. "You going to ask her out on a date?"
"I don't know. Maybe. I want to get to
know her first."
"Yeah. Jack Dawson always getting the
girls!"
Jack couldn't help but blush.