Romeo and JulieT a continuation from The last Supper http://pinkmermaids.blogspot.com/2006/04/london-chapter-1-last-supper.html

Chapter 2

Romeo and JulieT

“Fuck”, that is all I am thinking and that is all that comes out of my mouth.

“Hi there Zuleigha, I could just about ask you the same thing, but much more eloquently, I should add”. He looked kinda miffed that my first reaction to seeing him happens to be the word Fuck.

I kind of just smile, I am holding a Barbie and have successfully managed to put a skirt on her head. Sameer is reeling closer, this must be some really juicy gossip even for him.

“ Hello Riyaaz, it’s a fucken small world” I say and drop the Barbie and walk away.

Sameer comes closer to me, I am sitting at the table, the roast chicken smells really good,

, “so you know Riyaaz”

“Uh Huh “ I say nonchalantly.

“okay, well have you heard about this new Movie, its with Daniel Craig in it”

“are you asking me if I know the new Bond movie” I ask him.

“yeah well…” and off he is chattering, about the new bond movie as if I don’t know that Dr No was the first movie and that Casino Royale is a remake which originally starred Sean Connery.

It was one of those days where I just needed to be alone, and what better heaven than a second hand book store, where you could get any cool book for under 20 bucks and just lock yourself away for a few hours.

I literally knocked into a guy, it was ridiculously embarrassing, I was at the stock of the small awkward stairs in that second hand bookshop in Mowbray, the Rural kids one, when I literally knocked a guy over, he nearly fell down the flight of stairs but was save by high pile of second hand Shakespere pileof books.

“Saved by Macbeth” he managed to say, picking up the brown tattered book.

I just kind of winced, and helped him up picking some books up.

“luckily there isn’t a sign that says you break it you buy it” he eventually says to me. He isn’t gorgeous, but he is really handsome, tall, fairish skin and dark curly hair.

I manage a weak smile and apologies profusively.

“Its cool, don’t worry about it”, and I realize he is still holding my hand.

This is UBER corny I am thinking to myself, I mean seriously.

“Hmmn Casino Royale” he points to the book I am holding in my hand and points to his pile which includes “To Russia with love”.

He does this retard thing with his eyebrow, its weird and its kind of like he knows he is kidding but it’s the kind of thing that you do after you really know someone.

“I am Romeo by the way, and you fair maiden, he mocks me, indeed he does” he asks me.

“ well, kind sir, I am Juliet without the T”