Chapter 2 TWO

On April 19, one month after Morissette's graduation, she first decided not to work for the entire year because her father is a rich businessman who owns a company. She receives 1000 dollars monthly as her allowance. Her mom died due to a car accident when she was a kid, and her grandmother who took care of her, died two years ago due to lung cancer. While sitting on the table, her magical book sparkled in front of her.

The finder hand of the clock pointed to the Aries Sign, then it opened automatically. A guy named Tyler was written in cursive on the first page. Morisette then read the rest of the text. "The zodiac sign of your first possible fated man is Aries. He is a thoughtful and competitive guy, willing to dive under the ocean, just to see the woman he is dying to love." Morisette was transported to the shore of an empty Brooklyn beach, where she spotted a hot tall guy emerging from the sea. He has a nice tan body, and he was half naked. He has thick eyebrows and a pointed nose with blue eyes. The handsome guy stared and smiled at Morisette.

"Hi, are you lost?" he asked.

"Hello, handsome guy. I'm not lost, I lived in New York!"

"Ahh, I see... I live nearby in Williamsbur... you look pale? Are you okay?"

Morissette flips her hair before speaking with a seductive tone of voice. "Y-yes, I'm fine." Morisette stared at the young man's beautiful body. "You've got a really nice body, I am sure you are addicted to the gym!"

"Yes, I am an athlete, and going to the gym is a must. By the way, it's already 12 noon. I am going to have my lunch at the nearby restaurant. Want to come?"

Morisette declined the hot man's invitation. "I'm sorry. I'm sure someone will be jealous when they see the two of us together. You're handsome, and I'm sure many will be insecure of me."

"Please don't mind those f*cking b*tches, their opinions don't matter to me. I am just not used to eating alone. I would be glad if you'd come with me!"

Morisette was attracted to the lovely eyes of the man. "Okay, sure. By the way, my name is Morissette! How about you?"

"My name is Tyler, and I am a professional swimmer. I am practicing for my upcoming competition in Malaysia!"

"Good luck and advanced congratulations, Tyler!"

"Thanks, Morissette!"

Morisette and Tyler walked along the beach while having a nice conversation.

"It's hot right now, isn't it? I'm sweating profusely!" Tyler said. "I already miss the winter!"

"Me too! I guess time flies so fast and it saddens me that winter ends!"

Tyler nodded in agreement. "Indeed, especially for athletes like me. Every second of our time is so important!"

"The same goes with me. In fact, I just graduated last March and I'm currently resting!"

Tyler suddenly looked at Morissette. "Really? Congratulations!"

"Thank you, Tyler... the same goes with you for your upcoming competition in Malaysia. I know you can do it!"

"Thank you for cheering me up as well, Morisette. I promise to win in the competition!"

They walked, and not far away, they saw a newly opened restaurant. They both went inside and sat on opposite chairs. The waiter in white apron approached them and handed over the menu list to Tyler.

"Have a nice day, I'm Liam. Happy to serve!"

Tyler asks Morisette what she would like to eat and tells her not to be shy. The waiter took out his small paper and pen to check their customer's orders.

"Thanks again, Tyler. I want salad, pizza, burger, juice, and ice cream for dessert!"

"My order is the same, but with sushi and two orders of rice!"

"Noted sir, please wait 20 minutes for your orders to arrive," said the waiter.

"Alright, we're willing to wait," Morisette said, smiling at the waiter.

The waiter left. While waiting for their lunch, Morisette and Tyler talked.

"This newly opened restaurant has a minimalist design that compliments the beauty of Brooklyn Beach," uttered Morisette while looking around.

"Yes, indeed. It really enhances the beauty of the beach! And when the food here is good, I might come here again next time!"

"Let's see, I would also like to taste their foods as well!"

After 20 minutes, the waiter came. Morisette could feel his nervousness because his hand was shaking while putting down their food. "Hey waiter, are you new here?"

"Y-yes ma'am—this is my first job, pardon me," he stammered.

When the waiter was about to put down the ice cream, he accidentally spilled the juice Tyler was drinking and it spilled on his body. Morisett was surprised because Tyler yelled at the waiter and humiliated him in front of many people.

"What the f*ck was that idiot? Look what you did?"

The other diners at their table looked at Tyler in shock. The male waiter humbly apologized for what he had done. I'm sorry, sir, but I'm just a little tired. If you want, I'll just get you a new juice!"

Tyler screamed at the top of his lungs. "Shut the f*ck up and get out of my sight, stupid b*tch!"

Tyler's face turned red as he glared at the pitiful waiter. Morisette tried to calm him down. "Tyler, don't worry. He apologized, saying maybe we just need to relax a little bit. If you want, you can have my juice!"

It seemed effective, because Tyler calmed down. Morisette exhaled a snort of relief. An old man wearing corporate attire came and apologized for what the waiter did. "Excuse me sir, I'm Carl, the manager of this restaurant. If you want, we will serve new juice!"

"Fine, make sure that all of your waiters are well trained so your customers won't get pissed off! Customer service is one of the reasons why a restaurant grows!"

"You can count on me to reorient my waiters, sir. I hope the incident doesn't spread outside, considering that this is my newly opened restaurant in Brooklyn!"

"Okay, I'm not that kind of person. Besides, I have the right to complain as a customer. Too bad, I was impressed with the restaurant's interior design!"

The waiter and his manager left, while Morisette took the handkerchief from her pocket and handed it to Tyler. "Here, wipe the juice so you don't get wet!"

Tyler held Morisette's hand and looked into her eyes. "Would you like to wipe it off? My hand is tired because I have been practicing earlier this morning. Please Morisette!"

Morisette paled at what he said. She rolled her eyes around and faced Tyler. "There are a lot of people here!"

"Oh, you're just going to wipe my abs. I'm sorry, my hands really hurt. Is it too much to ask?" He begged.

Morisette approached Tyler and enjoyed wiping his abs. "You've got nice skin and abs," she said in amazement.

"Thank you, being fit is important to me, especially now that the competition in Malaysia is approaching!"

"Is that so? I also want to go to the gym, but I don't have a trainer who will guide me," Morisette told him sadly.

"I can be your trainer if you want!" Tyler offered himself.

"Are you serious?" Morisette asked in wonder.

"Of course. In fact, it's boring when you're practicing alone. Can I get your phone number or social media account?"

"Worry not," Morisette said, taking her phone from her pocket and giving it to Tyler.

Tyler entered his number on her phone. After eating, Tyler called the waiter again and paid for their food, and he also gave a 20-dollar tip. They both went out and said goodbye to each other.

"So I shall see you next time, Tyler?"

"Sure, thanks for the treat. I look forward to receiving your later Morisette!"

They departed and went their separate ways.