Chris and the blonde: The beginning

In a flat in east london lived a man aged 26. He was about 5 ft 11" with medium length, jet black hair, dark brown eyes. He almost had the geek look about him. But without the glasses. His name is Chris and tonight was the night that was going to change his life and he didn't even know it yet.

It was 6 o'clock on a monday morning and Chris awoke to the sound of his phone alarm playing, Don't wake me up by Chris Brown. He grumbled and hit the snooze button saying "Thank god its friday!". As he rubbed his eyes and swivelled his legs over the side of his small single bed. Still half asleep his phone alarm went off again. Chris grabbed the phone and switched his alarm off properly. He finally pulled together the energy to stand up and drowsily walk to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face. He picked up the toothbrush that was on the edge of the sink and squezed out some off his toothpaste onto the toothbrush and ran it under the cold water. He silently cursed as the water had washed the toothpaste of off the tooth brush. Being more careful because he didn't want the toothpaste to fall of again. He opened his mouth and started to brush his teeth wilst looking in the mirror. A few minutes passed whilst he was brushing his teeth, till he put down his toothbrush and started splashing his face with the cold water which startled him awake. He done it a few more times, whilst rubbing his eyes to make sure all the stuff was off of his eyes. He then slowly walked back to his room and pulled out his navy blue suit with a red tie and white shirt. He removed his pjs and slipped on a pair of briefs and put on his clothes for the day. His suit was tailored to fit him but Chris thought the blazer was too long and made it look like a coat. As he wallked to the front door of his flat he sat down on the kitchen chair and put on his navy socks and shoes. He realised he had a slight mark on his right shoe. So he licked his thumb and rubbed the mark on his shoe. Finally, he got up and walked to the door, taking his coat of off the hook on the back of the door. As he put his coat on and walked out the door he relised he had left his phone on his bed so he ran back in and picked his phone off of his bed and walked back out of the door.

As Chris walked down the road he decided to pop into the little cafe to have his usual capacchino with two sugers. He went up to the counter and said "may I have my usual please" and the familier voice of rob the cafe owner and worker said "ok, capacchino with 2 sugers, right?" Which Chris replied "yeah that's it" as he stood there waiting for his capacchino he heard the noise of the evaporated milk coming out of the coffee machine and the clinging of the tube against the metal jug collecting the milk. Finally, his capacchino was done and he paid Rob £2.20 and said "thanks". He took his capacchino and grabbed a paper as he walked over to a free table. Normally the cafe was empty apart from Chris and Rob at this time of morning but there was a woman sitting over in the corner. She sat there in a black, wooly cardigan and a black coloured skirt with a pair of black leather boots. She also had a black leather jackey hanging over her chair. She sat there in the corner with her legs crossed like any woman would to cancel out any chance of someone being able to see up her skirt. She had dark blonde hair with dark blue eyes. She had lips as red as a rose and the eyes that would make you melt if you stared into them too long. She also had bright red cheeks and skin that look slightly taned. Just enough darkness to make her not look pale and not too much for the fake tan impression. She glanced up and Chris quickly looked down into his capacchino and started swirling the wooden stick making the chocolate topping look like a spiral. He was then startled by the noise of a chair scrapping along the wooden floor. Chris thought to himself she must be leaving and looked up to get another look at this beautiful blonde. As she stood he realised how her black cardigan and skirt gripped her curves. Chris broke his stare as the blonde turned and walked past his table leaving her coffee on the table where she had been sitting. Chris then looked up and realised the blonde had left her black leather handbag on the table where she had been sitting. He quickly jumped up wanting to grasp the opotunity to speak to the blonde. As he jumped up the chair he was sitting on fell over and made a loud clanging sound as it his the back of the other metal chair. Chris ran over to the table which had the blondes handbag and slipped as he tried to stop. However Chris didn't mind as he couldn't wait to speak to this blonde who was an angle in his eye's. Chris grabbed the handbag and ran out of the door of the cafe.

As Chris looked down the empty pavement he see the blonde in the distance and ran toward her. As he got closer he started running what he would say in his head."Hi, you left your handbag in the cafe, I've come to return it to you." Or "I noticed you left your bag in the cafe. I've got it here to give it back to you". Chris was so busy thinking about what he was about to say he didn't realise the car coming up the road to join the road he was running along. Chris was startled and taken out of his imagernary world to the sound of screeching brakes and a car horn. Followed by a man shouting "t*sser". But Chris continued running and shouted over his shoulder "sorry" he was about 10 ft away from the blonde who was crossing the street infront of him when the lights changed and the cars started moving again. Chris stood there waiting for the lights to change which seemed like a life time. He stood there tapping his feet