A few days passed. Amanda was busy with finals and work. On
Tuesday night, she came home and got on Facebook. A message popped up. To her
surprise, it was from Boston. He had asked her if she was managing the next day
at work. She wondered why on earth this boy was talking to her and what did he
want? They continued on in conversation and ended up talking about work, and
classical music. They discovered that they both adored Frank Sinatra, and that
really caught her attention. This common interest was something special between
them, though she didn’t quite realize that at the time. The conversation ended
that night by Amanda complimenting Boston on his excellent vocabulary, and
asking him for a lesson sometime. She truly was impressed (as well as a little
intimidated) by the way he talked and presented himself.
The
following afternoon, Boston messaged Amanda. Amanda thought it was a little odd
that he was talking to her again. She replied, while thinking that he was
probably just trying to get to know her since she was his manager. They
continued in an easy going conversation about music and movies. It wasn’t long
before Amanda realized that he was really fun to talk to. Somehow, she could
sense something special about this new friendship. It really was not romantic
at all for her at this point, but she just felt drawn to him. This feeling only
increased as they continued to talk as if they had been friends for years. She
had never felt that way so quickly before. Her favorite part of their
conversation that night was when they talked about their aspirations. It wasn’t
long before Boston asked for her number, in the most disguised and clever of
ways. Clueless Amanda gave it to him, all the while thinking he asked for her
number because he felt bad for her. Little did she know that she would talk to
this boy every single day from this day forward.
* * *
At this point, Boston was somewhat
conflicted—he fancied Amanda so fervently, yet he had some things going against
him. First of all, she was older than him (in fact her younger sister even
surpassed him in age) by two years, two months, three weeks, and two days to be
exact. Considering the man is older in a uniform relationship, this would be a
deviation to be encountered. Secondly, Amanda had a quasi-boyfriend. Boston had
done some studying, and found that Taurus—Amanda’s zodiac—is very stubborn,
resistant to change, etc. He was not a passionate believer in this commonly
deemed pseudoscience, but he knew it to often be uncannily accurate, so he took
it into consideration. He deduced that Amanda was reluctant toward commitment in
a romantic relationship; this could prove to be an impediment in his endeavors,
but also the contrary, he was enticed by the challenge.
It was the night of December 7. Boston
was wasting time on Facebook. He glanced at the “chat” tab to find Amanda’s
name at the top. He had added her as a friend two months ago along with all his
other coworkers, but had never messaged her. After Facebook stalking her, he
resolved to do just that.
“Are you managing Wednesday?” was the
first text he sent her. He knew she was most likely wondering why in the world
this petty boy would be so bold as to attempt to exchange pleasantries with
her, but he continued nonetheless. Their conversation flowed, wandering to such
subjects as future careers and school. Boston also discovered that Amanda
enjoyed the works of Frank Sinatra, which incited such attraction in him as was
almost too much to handle—Frank Sinatra was his idol and role model, and the
vast majority of his generation didn’t know anything about him other than his
name. The fact that Amanda not only knew him, but appreciated him, was
monumental. To augment his thriving fancy, when Amanda asked him what he was
doing, he said “Facebook and Handel,” and to his astonishment, she actually
recognized his reference, being George Frideric Handel. At this point his
feelings for this woman were beyond description. She had exemplified a myriad
of commendable qualities, each increasing her alluring mystique. Boston knew he
was going to have to work for this woman, and he was ready to do just that. He
had moderate confidence in his charm and his way with words. He was doubtful,
but hopeful. He would do anything in his power to have this meritorious woman.
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