Chapter 1

An old white Ford Mustang Fastback 1969 slowly drove and parked at the parking lot near the Japanese restaurant. A girl in a black midi dress stepped down from the car and walked towards the Japanese restaurant. She stood and glanced around the dining hall. You can see her lips curled into a smile as her eyes caught a man in a blue suit across the room. "You must be Blaine. Blaine Dubree." she said.

"Gina Harewood? Please have a seat." He responded.

Gina took a seat in front of Blaine and look at the food that served on the table. "So you like Japanese food?"

"Kinda." Blaine answered. "Lets talk about you? What do you do for living?"

"Well, I am a physical therapist."

"Oh, that's cool. You look gorgeous by the way. Are you really single?"

Gina shrugged her shoulder. "Isn't it obvious?" she smiled and their conversation went on and on until 10 o'clock.

"It was great meeting you, Gina." Blaine said as he walks her out from the restaurant.

"Me too. So, when could we meet again? Probably we could go catch a movie or watch next football game together?" Gina asked.

"Yeah, we could do that." Blaine nodded his head. "Anyway, I would like you to know that you're an amazing woman. Any guy would be so lucky to have you." he added.

Gina gave him a smile in return.

"My point here is you're a good friend. And I'm just not ready for a long relationship." Blaine continued. "But we still can,"

"Hang out." Gina interjected. She knows where this conversation going.

"Look, I'm sorry Gina."

"No, it's okay. I'm fine." after been through this a lot of times it doesn't hurt her anymore.

Blaine look at Gina with a guilty face. "Well, if so, can I at least get a hug?"

"Sure, you can." Gina opened her arms and gave him a hug.

As both of them went separate ways, Gina hop on her car and drove back home."So, how was your blind date?" asked Cheryl as she saw Gina walked across the living room.

Gina stopped and looked at her godsister who was sitting in the living room watching tv. "Great, till he thinks I made a perfect homegirl." she answered and plopped down beside Cheryl.

"You showed him your 'homegirl' side again weren't you?"

"What? I'm just being my regular self."

"Well, you are not supposed to show him your regular self until you've been married for five years."

"I know," Gina replied. "What's with all the papers here by the way?" she took one of the paper on the coffee table and read the content.

"Oh, that just one of my research on how to get a rich man." Cheryl answered bluntly.

Gina raised her eyebrow. "Why would you need to do a research about that?"

"Because I would love to marry one. You see, I want to start a brand,"

"With their money." Gina chimed in.

"Technically, yes. But look in a bright side. He got me, and I got his money. Isn't that a win-win situation?"

"For you. You're crazy! I really don't know what's crawling through your mind. But what I'm sure is, it would be more better if you find a job. Just so you know, staying in my parents house are not free. You need to pay it one day." Gina stated as she got up from the couch.

"I'll pay it…once i get married with a rich man." Cheryl said.

Gina rolled her eyes. 'Yeah, right.' she thought to herself.


"So what time is your blind date?" Gina's colleague, Dana asked her as walked out of the medical centre where she works.

"Eight. But I told the guy I won't come." told Gina.

"Why?" Jeff, their friend interrupted as he came out of nowhere. He fits himself in the middle and put his hands on the ladies shoulder.

"I'm sick of going out on a blind date which ended up me getting friend-zoned." Gina answered.

"What about that guy, Blaine - your aunt set up for you? It doesn't work either?" Jeff asked.

"Naa. But he's cute though. If only, he's gay, I could set him up with you instead. Who knows it'll work." Gina joked.

"Shut up, girl." Jeff pushed Gina head playfully and three of them laugh.

"So, are you coming with us to the party next week?" Dana reminded Gina.

Gina nodded her head. "Yeah, I would love to. I gotta go now. My old Frank needs to drink before we gets home." she patted her hand on her old Ford Mustang then hopped into her car.

"Alright, now. See you tomorrow dear." Dana waved her hand.

Gina drove her car to the closest gas stations and pulled up to a gas pump. She stepped from the car and pulled out her credit card to slide it into the machine. Her eyes glanced around as she began to pump her gas.

Then suddenly, a black BMW moved slowly through the station and a man walked out from his car. He started to walk back and forth like he was searching for something. "I can't find the button to put gas in this thing," he mumbled to himself. "This is getting ridiculous." he said again.

Her eyes widened as she realizes the man was Dan Rashawn. The good looking NFL quarterback who played for Boston Rebels. Gina walked towards his car, and went to the other side of the car.

"Excuse me, miss?" Dan remarked.

"Gina." she suddenly introduced herself to him.

"Gina, right?" Dan goes foward to her.

"Yeah, Gina Harewood. These car usually don't have a...," her hand wandered around the car and pressed on the gas tank opening. "A button." she said as it opened. "And you might want to spin it around." she suggested as the car pulled up at the wrong side.

"Okay, Gina Harewood." Dan nodded.

"Smells like it's fresh off the assembly line. You just get it?" Gina commented.

"Yeah. Thanks, though. I appreciate it."

"Well, you can thank me by winning the championship." she claimed and walked to her car.

Dan stopped and turned to Gina. "So your really a die-hard huh?"

Gina shrugged her shoulder with a smile. "It runs through my veins."

"You sound like me." Dan started to smile. He was impressed.

"I'm a Jersey girl. Gotta represent." she said.

"Alright." Dan responded.

"You know,.." Gina stopped Dan from walking away. "I shouldn't."


"I shouldn't, no." she shook her head.

"What were you gonna say?" Dan looks curious.

"I'm sorry. I'm a little nosy and forgive me but i couldn't help but notice a Daughtry's CD on your seat."

Dan's lips curled into a smile again. "Okay, yeah. I like Daughtry. Actually I really like pop rock. That's my thing."

"Really? So you must like The Beatles too."

"Oh, yeah. They are good too."

"Yeah," Gina nodded.

"Okay, you have a good night." Dan said.

"I better get home." Gina told him.

Just when he was about to left. He again stopped and turned to Gina. "You know what, let me get your door." Dan offered and went to Gina's car.

"I never figured you for the opening door type." she commented.

Dan chuckled. "Oh, come on. I open doors, I offer my coat and I pull chairs out." he claimed and grabbed the door. "I-I try to open...What's up with…," he muttered as the driver door won't opened.

Gina laughed a little. The door always be the problem for her every day since the car was old and it was getting a bit cranky probably because of the dent on the driver door. "Just lift it and pull." she advised. After listened to Gina advice, the door finally opened. "There you go. She's kind of old."

"I can see that." Dan laugh it off and closed the door back as Gina stepped into it. "Good night," he said.

"Good night." she replied and switched on her engine. She can feel her cheeks getting numb from smiling.

"You know what?" Dan came back again. "You got plans Saturday night?"

Gina shooked her head.

"Cause I would love to have you in my birthday party. Here's my address." Dan took out a piece of paper and wrote the address on it then hand it Gina.

"Thank you."

"See you there!" Dan waved at Gina as he watched the car she drove went away.