The Eternal Intern (Contemporary Romantic Comedy) Read Online Free Page B

cheekily.
    I was caught off guard by her comment. 
    “Patrick relax. You seem kinda nervous,” she added patting my shoulder.
    Believe me, I was. Here was this beautiful creature teaching me how to eat with chopsticks and even being playful about it.
    “No, I'm just tired,” I replied dryly.
    As the evening progressed, I started to warm up and actually became witty.  She ordered us several rounds of sake. I never had it before but I started to like this Japanese rice wine. As the alcohol was flowing I got braver.
    “Do you miss your ex?” I asked with the hopes to not hear what I expected to hear.
    “That asshole? No way. I'm happy he's gone. Five years of my life that I wasted,” she replied instantly.
    Her voice was vibrating in anger as she talked about him. It seemed like she still had a lot of emotional ties to him.
    “What about you, got a girlfriend?” she rebounded.
    “Nope. I actually don't have time right now ,” I said tossing the empty glass between my hands.
    In reality I would have loved to have a girl at my side. Once I even thought of staging an attack on a girl by a friend of mine so I could save her. I was that desperate to meet a girl.
    “I'm surprised you're single? ” she said in disbelief.
    “Why is that?” I asked , curiously questioning my own ears.
    “You ’re handsome, smart, and most of all you’re understanding,” she added.
    I felt a rush of confidence going through me. I never saw myself as handsome, smart , or understanding. The only woman that ever said I am handsome was my mom. And I only think she said that to reconfirm to herself, that she and my dad couldn't be that bad looking.
    It was getting late. I had to be at school early the next day. But I didn't want to leave just yet. I was afraid that I would never get so close to her again. After paying we walked along the empty streets for a while.
    “Where do you live? ” I asked.
    “A few train stops from here. But don't worry about me. I'm a big girl ,” she responded.
    I actually didn't think of taking her home. I only asked to make conversation. But the fact that she picked up the topic gave me a green light.
    “No, please I insist. But I hope I don't get raped on the way
    back ,” I said sarcastically.
    She laughed.
    “Patrick, do you believe that we are alone?” she asked as she was looking up to the stars.
    “I do hope so, I have enough competition down here already ,” I replied.
    She laughed again. I was playing the game. I was impressed by myself.
    “Are you at work tomorrow?” she asked.
    “Yes, I have to finish an article about this new album release ,” I explained. “You?” I asked.
    “Yes. As every day. I should have maybe enrolled in school, but I am only twenty. I can still do that. Now I want to work ,” she continued.
    We got to her apartment building.
    “This is a quiet area, sure I won't get raped on my way home?” I asked again.
    “Stop it, you’re not that handsome ,” she slapped my chest with the palm of her hand.
    “Thanks for the lovely evening ,” she added standing in front of the building’s entrance.
    “It was fun. Let's do it again sometime ,” I said, unsure whether I should give her a hug or perhaps even a kiss.
    She took the initiative and kissed me on my lips. Rapidly she tilted her head back and smiled at me. I looked like a deer in the headlights.
    “Good night,” she smiled, disappearing behind the door.    
     
    I kept working for the magazine for a few more months but eventually I felt like something new. It was nice to have all these benefits like concerts and free entries into night clubs. But I wanted a job. Not an internship anymore. And I wanted something that would bring me closer to my dream. I wanted to become a TV host, so I had to go where I could get closer to my dream. The radio.
     
    A s Christmas came closer my mom decorated the entire house with little Santa Clause figures and candles. There were tons of chocolate and cookies on