Rosa smiled brightly at her. "What can I get you?" "How about a scotch and-" suddenly she cringed, remembering the 'new' her. "I mean, I'd like a cappuccino. You know what? Better make that a double." Rosa nodded. "I'm sorry, but is everything all right?" she inquired. "Sure," Greenlee grinned bitterly. "Never better." "Okay," Rosa nodded simply. "I'm Rosa, by the way. Mateo's sister. Do you know him?" Greenlee shrugged. "Sure. I mean, sort of." She extended her hand. "Greenlee Smythe." Rosa nodded. "Good to meet you. Your drink will be right up." "Thanks," Greenlee called after her half-heartedly. @!@ When she finished her cappuccino, however, she realized that she really had no where to go. Sighing, she headed home. But instead of finding herself at her own doorstep, she found herself in front of Jake's door, struggling to decide whether or not to knock. After a minute she bit the bullet and rapped loudly on the door. After waiting a minute she turned to go, figuring that Jake wasn't home. It was just then, however, that the door swung open. She cringed when she saw him on crutches. "Sorry I made you get up," she muttered, stepping in without waiting to be asked. "No problem," he responded, scrutinizing her. "So what happened?" "What makes you think anything 'happened'?" she demanded. "Come on, Greenlee," he encouraged. "Just tell me." "I quit," she muttered dejectedly, plopping down on the couch and tucking her legs underneath her. "You quit what?" he asked, easing himself down onto the couch beside her. She reached over to help him even as she continued talking. "My job. What else would I quit?" "I never know with you," he informed her, smiling teasingly. "Ha," she said tonelessly. She looked down, then up at him. "What am I going to do, Jake?" "What do you mean?" he asked. "You said yourself that YOU quit." "Yeah, but now I'm broke and without a job," she sighed. There was a long pause. Finally Jake spoke up earnestly. "You know what? I don't think you need a new attitude. I think you need a new OUTLOOK." She looked at him as if he had grown two heads. "I'm serious," he insisted. "You always see the glass as half- empty. You need to have some faith, Greenlee." "I have faith," she muttered, playing with a pillow. CONTINUE Chapter 2 |
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