Pacey�s POV
I look down at the magazine with my picture on it. I reread the title again: �Pacey Witter, a small town boy who earned big bucks with restaurant chain.�
It�s amazing. I come from a small town on Cape Cod. According to my father, big brother and most of the town I wasn�t suppose to go anywhere. I was supposed to end up in Capeside, a townie, pumping gas. I didn�t go to college or even culinary school. I came to New York to prove everyone wrong; to show them that I could go somewhere, and found my mentor, Danny Brecker. I learned everything I know from him.
I then started my restaurant in New York. A few years later it was known all over the city and then I started looking in Boston for a second restaurant. Now I own twenty restaurants all over the nation.
I walk into my penthouse apartment. It was a really nice apartment but it seemed so hollow and empty. I had tried to date but most of the people who go out with me are just there for my money.
I stop at the refrigerator to get a beer then head over to the couch to turn on my big screen T.V. After a while the phone rings; I walk over to answer it and hear Jen Lindley�s voice on the other end. �Hey Pace.�
�Hey Jen,� I reply. I�ve known Jen for almost ten years. She moved from New York to Capeside our sophomore year of high school. She was actually the one who got me to move to New York in the first place.
�Are you still planning on cooking for us on Wednesday?� Jen asks.
�Don�t I always?� I answer. We had set up a time where we could get together and talk about our week. It�s really the only social time I get between work and sleep. It was usually just Jen, our friend Jack, and I. Jack moved to Capeside the same time as Jen and we had all become friends.
�Yes, but I was wondering if you could cook for one more,� Jen says.
�Does someone have a new beau?� I ask, smiling.
�Yeah, something like that. Thanks, Pacey,� Jen states as she hung up.
�You�re welcome Jen,� I say. I hang up the phone. Deciding that I don�t want to stay cooped up in my apartment, I grab my car keys and head out to my car.
I drive everywhere, thinking about my life and how I have everything except love. I�m so lost in my thoughts that I didn�t even notice the girl crossing the street in front of me.
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