first - a few of you mentioned sydney's speaking diff in the diner when michael first saw her and then when she went home to nadia - i'll be honest with you - i didnt even notice it :lol: yep... i'm awesome
second - seroiusly, guys, for like the 1000th time - i cannot control the PMs system, it obviously doesnt work, no one knows why, so that's just the way it is. I'm sorry but i cant change or fix it
Chapter 3
Three days later, Michael finally had his BMW back after playing a couple hundred dollars to the unscrupulous mechanic. He was on his way back to the office from visiting a client when he found himself nearby the diner where he had seen Sydney, so he decided to stop by. But when he did, he found that she wasn’t working. Slightly saddened, he was about to leave when one of the waitresses said she’d be in the following evening if he was looking for her. So, he decided to return the next day.
“So Mike, you wanna go out tonight?” Eric asked his friend at work.
“Uh, no; I can’t,” Michael told him evasively. Going out with Eric usually resulted in Michael watching Eric’s pathetic dating escapades while laughing or being bored out of his mind. Like one time Michael had jokingly said to Eric that even if he asked every girl in the bar that night he would still fail to have a date. Eric, taking this as a challenge, proceeded to ask every girl out and when a pathetic, sad looking and, frankly, rather ugly girl in the corner had accepted, Eric cruelly backed out but yet insisted he had still won their little wager.
“Mike, you cannot spend every night reviewing your cases. That’s just pathetic. I mean… I don’t do that,” Eric told him.
“Do you win your cases?” Michael laughed at him. Eric turned slightly pink. “Besides, I’m not doing that tonight.”
“Got a date? Oh, of course not. How is celibacy these days?” Eric smirked.
“Ha, you’re funny,” Michael rolled his eyes.
“Do you have a date?”
“No,” Michael said quietly.
“Then, as they say, I rest my case,” Eric grinned proudly.
“Whatever; I’m going out,” Michael told him.
“Out where?”
“Why are you so damned nosy?” Michael practically snapped at him.
“Jeez, somebody has their panties in a twist today,” Eric muttered as he walked off.
Michael just rolled his eyes. He had no reason to defend his actions to Eric, so he wasn’t going to. He knew that if he told Eric what he was really doing, Eric would have first, laughed at him and second, called him insane. Of course, Eric wouldn’t have been entirely wrong in that accusation. After all, he was slightly crazy for going back to a dingy diner in a definitely unsafe area of town simply to stare at a waitress he had spoken to for all of five minutes and grunted at for two minutes before that, but he couldn’t help himself. Something was driving him to go back.
That night when he walked into the diner, he was relieved to see Sydney leaning against the front counter, reaching down and touching her shin tenderly as she rolled one of her ankles. He looked down, noticing that she was wearing black high heels. He thought that this was strange attire for someone who was waitressing and thus standing for hours during the evening. He shrugged it off though, walked over to the counter and sat down. She looked at him wide eyed, obviously surprised. “You…,” she said quietly.
“Me,” he smiled. “Michael,” he corrected.
She cracked a small smile. “I believe the line was ‘me Tarzan’.” Not expecting this, Michael burst out laughing. “Well, at least I’m funny,” she said softly as she winced and turned her attention back to her ankle.
Michael looked down and saw a purple and black bruise beginning to form. He cringed, “That looks painful.”
“Oh, it is,” she assured him as she walked around behind the counter.
“What’d you do?” he asked.
“Was a moron and tripped myself,” she laughed.
“Oh, I hate that,” he grimaced. “One time I was walking though the office – this was when I was an intern, mind you – and I had this huge stack of files in my hands and I tripped over my own pant leg and bam! I was flat on the ground and the papers were everywhere.”
“Ooo,” Sydney cringed. “I’m sure your boss wasn’t too happy.”
“Actually, it was worse. He laughed hysterically… but then again, he is my father,” Michael told her.
“Oh,” she smiled. “That’s slightly better. Can I get you something?”
“Coffee please,” he told her.
“Too afraid to try the food?” she asked him quietly.
He laughed. “Yes actually.”
“I don’t blame ya,” she winked before walking over to the coffee pot. “So what brings you back here? Not another phone emergency, I hope.”
“No,” he laughed softly. “I just came back.”
“Mmmhmm,” she said suspiciously. “What is it that you do?”
“Lawyer,” he told her.
“Oh yeah? I guess that explains the fancy duds,” she gestured towards his suit. “And the car.”
“Right,” he laughed softly.
“You’re dad’s a lawyer too then?” she asked.
Michael nodded. “He has a firm with three partners. I’m one of the junior partners. We’re prosecuting attorneys.”
“Keeping the bad guys off the street then?” she smiled.
“Absolutely,” he said firmly.
“So… junior partner, hmm? Doesn’t that make you kind of old?” she asked him.
“Oh damn, did the white hair give me away again?” he groaned. She laughed and he saw her dimples once more, which nearly caused him to lose his ability to speak like it had the last time, but he was able to recover.
“No, I didn’t mean it that way. I just meant… I would have guessed you were twenty-five just by looking at you, that is,” she told him.
“Wow, thanks for that compliment, but I’m twenty-nine,” he told her.
“Really?” she asked, incredibly surprised.
“I graduated from high school a year early and then graduated with my undergrad degree a semester early…,” he explained.
“You little smart freak, you,” she said, obviously teasing.
“That’s me,” he laughed.
“Sounds like my sister though. She skipped a grade – the little smartie,” she told him as she leaned up against the counter with her elbows. Just then, another customer came in, causing the door to slam shut sharply. This noise jolted her from the world where she foolishly thought she and Michael were alone having their conversation. It was then she realized she had been revealing details about herself and her family to this stranger, something she wouldn’t normally have done. For some reason though, she wanted to share with him.
She walked away briefly and took the orders of the man who had just entered the diner. Then she returned to behind the counter and Michael asked, “So what about you?”
“What about me?” she sighed.
“Well, I’d ask how old you are, except that would be incredibly rude,” he laughed softly.
“Twenty-three,” she said with a smile.
“Huh, and I had you pegged as seventeen,” he told her with a grin. She laughed. “Do you have a boyfriend?”
“You going to ask me out?” she retorted. He just shrugged and smiled. “I’m sorry,” she said shortly, automatically putting up her defensive wall. “I have to work,” she said quickly before walking away.
Michael was immediately confused by her tone. As far as he could tell he had done nothing to offend her, yet clearly he’d done something wrong. The next time she came by him, he tried to apologize, but she simply shrugged him off. So, he left a five on the counter and exited the diner, intent on trying to speak with her again on another day.
Now Michael has to come back again to the bar HAHA... or... they could meet somewhere in town or whatever
Then Michael could ask her out for a coffee or something... they'd still be in public and thus wouldn't scare Sydney away... Think that could work Janet? :lol:
“You going to ask me out?” she retorted. He just shrugged and smiled. “I’m sorry,” she said shortly, automatically putting up her defensive wall. “I have to work,” she said quickly before walking away.
Guessing from the way she acted when when she thought about going out with him , she had som bad realtioship experience
But Vaughn never give up And they have great interaction
HAHA... or... they could meet somewhere in town or whatever 
