Donna & Dean

Nick sat in the bar, having a coke. He let his eyes wander over the room to find someone interesting to strike up a conversation with. The door opened, and a girl came in, stopping in the doorway to look at the crowd. She was a real looker, tall and slim like a model, with long, brown hair and big, dark eyes. She dressed in expensive clothes, and seemed to be of a good family. She moved in that special way that comes from good upbringing, financial stability, and self-security from travelling a lot. He got off his chair, and started walking towards him. She saw him coming, and to Nick's surprise, she turned around and left the bar. What the... He had had some refusals in his days, but never before had a girl run out of the room when he approached! Pissed off, Nick went over to the bartender and ordered a beer.

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-Did you have a good time? said Dean, Nick's roommate, as Nick got back late that night.

-The greatest, said Nick. But there was this weird thing that happened... I saw this girl in the bar, right, a real babe, classy and stuff, and I walked up to her to offer her some Nick Spencer, but before I've even get there, she just runs out of the place!

-Probably smelled the after shave, said Dean. Try using only ONE bottle next time!

-Ah, fuck off! said Nick.

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The next time Nick saw his dream-girl, she was shopping in a bookstore. By now, he was really interested in this girl, and decided to go in and talk to her. He went into the shop and searched in every isle, only to see through the window how she just crossed the street and disappeared into a mall. By the time he got there, there were no trace of her. What the fuck was this girl's problem?

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-Shit! Nick exclaimed.

He was at the movies, had stood in line for 15 minutes, and NOW he realized that he had left his wallet back in his room. Well, that was the end of that night, he thought. There was like no way that he was going to get back to campus, get his wallet, and get back to the movies in time. He headed back home, in a shitty mood. He walked up to his room, unlocked the door, and got into the room... and there was his dream-girl, standing right there, in a short, white linen dress, with a little purse over her shoulder, looking at him in terror.