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Bianca and the Soldier — Part 3

by Maryann Pisano on November 18, 2015


“So, what do you think?” he asked.  I took another large bite of my chocolate frozen yogurt with cookie dough pieces and crushed up Oreo’s.  I think the frozen yogurt bar was my favorite part of going to school at Dominican.

“I’ve been here before, a million times,” I replied.  “Your frozen yogurt looks disgusting.”

Theo raised his eyebrows and scooped up a spoonful of vanilla frozen yogurt, gummy worms, and Sour Patch Kids.

“How is it disgusting?” he asked.

“I don’t like sugar candies,” I explained.  “Like, I don’t like Sour Patch Kids, Twizzlers, Swedish Fish.  I like more chocolate candies.  I like Milky Way, Hershey’s bars, Reese’s, Kit Kat’s…”

“What?!” he asked shocked.  “Oh man, I’m the opposite.  I don’t really like chocolate.  I like sour candies.  Sour Patch Kids are my favorite.”  He took another large spoonful and took a large bite.  “Like, this, this is delicious.”

“I can tell that you’re enjoying that,” I said amused.

“So,” he asked.  “Tell me about you.”

“What do you want to know?”

“I want to know everything about you.”

I could feel my face flushing.

“Well,” I began, “I’m from St. Louis.  I’m 18.  I have a dog named Peppino, who I miss very much.  I have a little brother named Giuseppe.  I like fashion.”

“Is that why you’re a fashion major?” he laughed.

“Yeah, what of it?  Now tell me about you.”

“I like girls with brown hair and are named Bianca.”

I blushed again.

“You don’t even know me.”

“But, I think I know you.”

“How can you know me?”

“I don’t know,” he said.  “I’m a pretty good judge of character.  Can I take you out?”

Sure, Theo was hot, but I didn’t know him.  I was in a strange town, in a strange place, all by myself.  The last thing I wanted to do what get dinner with some random guy that I met in a library.  I wasn’t going to be some TV special as a tell all tale about women who go away to college.  In my purse, I had pepper spray.

“I don’t think so.”

“Why?” he asked.

“Because you’re a stranger.”

Theo threw his head back and laughed.

“Damn, if you were a string, you’d be wound up so tight around someone’s finger that it would be bright purple.”

I finished my frozen yogurt.  Now, he was making me mad.  Who was he?  I had homework to finish.  I was done with talking with him about silly things.  I wasn’t here for distractions of hot guys who lived in the area.

“I’m going to go.”  I said.  I got up and threw away my yogurt.

“No, come on, Bianca.  Don’t leave.”

He followed me to the automatic moving doors that led outside.

“Let me make it up to you,” he said.

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