Chapter 12

"Do you like omelettes?" he called out. "Yea." I love omelettes, but even if I didn't like it, I'd still say yes, beggars can't be choosers. I was already living in his apartment, so I don't want to be picky with food. Being homeless has taught to be the opposite. Humbleness is the way to everything. I've seen other homeless people refuse to take money from people because that's not what they asked for. Like come on, you're begging someone for their money, and they're nice enough even to give you, and you don't want it because it's a five and not a ten. Like what? Be humble. I never had a liking for news stations because of all the bad things that were said, and so I took up the remote and shut off the tv. Valdo realising the noise had stopped asking, "You don't want to watch the tv?" "I don't like watching the news." It was rare that something happy ever happened, if at all. My life is already full of trials. I don't need to be thinking about other peoples trials too. "You can watch something else. There are over sixty stations that you can enjoy watching." I never had so many stations growing up. My mother couldn't afford cable, and so we always stuck to the free stations. I was never a tv head, and being homeless for the past six months didn't allow me to watch tv either. It wasn't an interest of mine. I prefer reading, and that's what I did some evenings. I'd go to the local library and sit and read for hours until the library was ready to close. "I'm not a fan of television." "So what do you like doing in your free time then?" he asked without taking his eyes off what he was doing. "Reading and drawing." both activities were calming and stress-free. However, reading can make me anxious sometimes that was good anxiety. He lifted his head and looked at me for a brief second, then back to his work, "What's your favourite book?" I smiled. That was a great question. "I'm going to be cliche and say Julius Caesar by Shakespeare." He laughed, "Really, that's your favourite book. Why? I'm curious." "Apart from the fact that it was a great book. I feel like I'm Julius sometimes . Have everyone you care about betray you then stab you in the back." "Someone betrayed you?" I shrug, "Not really but when I wanted my ex and my mother the most they abandoned me and left me to die." it was the first time I spoke about what happened to me, and it wasn't really speaking since I was comparing it to my favourite book. I cleared my throat and repeated his question, "What's your favourite book?" "Don Quixote." "The Spanish book?" he nodded, and so I asked, "Why?" "It's about bravery, adventure, kindness and love. What's not to like?" I shrug, and he saw. "You've never read it before. You should. I think you would like it." I smiled at his words, "Why would I like a book like that?" "It's a classic just like Julius Caesar, and you seem to have a liking for classics." he was right. I've read every single Shakespeare and Jane Austin novel and I loved every single one of them, even the ones with sad endings. "How do you know what I like? You only met me two days ago." for some reason, he knew so much about me without me even telling him. He even answers my questions before I ask them. "I'm a good observer," he smirks. "Me too." and yet I still can't figure out your real agenda for making me stay in your apartment. Valdo parked his black Mercedes- Benz in the parking lot of Manhattan Mall then he looked across at me and offered a light smile, "Where do you want to go first?" I shrug, "It doesn't matter." Being homeless taught me not to be picky, and it's not like I know the malls that they have here. "We can walk around then and stop at the stores one by one," he suggested. We didn't talk during the drive to the mall because he spent his time talking to his assistant, giving him instructions. It gave me time to clear my head and to listen in on his conversation. Since he used the car phone, I heard everything he said to his assistant, whose name was Shawn. They didn't discuss anything confidential just Valdo's schedules and meetings; boring stuff. Too boring to find out if he's really as good as he appears. "Sounds like a plan." I agreed He unlocks the doors of the car and we exit. We entered the mall, and the first store I saw was Emporio Baby. I smiled and pointed at it. Valdo smile as well and then we started walking in the direction of the baby store. "Wow," Valdo said as we entered. "This is baby central." I nod in agreement. I've never seen so many baby clothes in one place before, and it made me a little excited. "Is it a girl baby or a boy?" "Girl," I answered honestly. "Okay, let's go shopping." he tugged my right elbow and pulled me towards the pink side of the store. We stopped at the first table and started looking at the pullovers. I start looking through the section, and Valdo let out a laugh. I looked at him with a frown then he lifted the shirt he was laughing at it was a white pullover with the prints, 'I was daddy's fastest swimmer.' I smiled, "Definitely not getting that one."I lift the one in my hands and show him; it said 'How cute am I?'. He smiled, "You're very cute." I blushed and placed the pullover under my arm and continued looking through the section again. It made me a little sad going through all the pullovers because some of them were saying things like 'Daddy's Princess, Daddy's Angel' and many more daddy chronicles. It made me sad because she'll never know her dad, sorry, that he would abandon me like that. Sad that I didn't realise what a jerk Will was before I had sex with him.