Ричард Кертис (Richard Curtis)CHAPTER TWO
First Kiss - Last Kiss?
William felt empty. 'That's it, then. She's gone. And I'll probably never see her again,' he thought to himself.
'Here's your coffee,' Martin said brightly, as he came back into the shop.
'Thanks. You won't believe who was in here a minute ago.'
'Who? Somebody famous?' Martin asked, excited.
But William suddenly changed his mind. 'Oh... er... no... nobody.'
'Perhaps one day a famous person will come in!' said Martin, his eyes shining. 'I saw one of the Beatles once... Ringo Starr. Well, I think it was Ringo Starr. I'm not really sure... he was quite far away. He had long hair and a beard.'
'Hmmm... so you think you saw Ringo, but perhaps you didn't?'
'Er... yes, that's right.'
'Maybe it was just a man with long hair and a beard?'
'Yes, maybe.'
'Not a very good story, then, is it?' suggested William. He shook his head and finished his coffee. 'Right... another one?'
'Yes. No, let's go crazy! I'll have an orange juice.'
Five minutes later, William left the cafe and hurried back to the bookshop with the orange juice. But as he turned the corner, he walked straight into a woman. The orange juice ran down her shirt.
'I'm so sorry...' He looked up at the woman's face. For the second time that day, it was Anna Scott! 'Oh... really, I'm sorry. Here...'
'What are you doing?' Anna shouted angrily, as William tried to clean her shirt with a paper towel.
William jumped back. 'Nothing, nothing. Listen, I live across the street. You can wash at my house.'
'No, thank you. I just need to call my driver.' She turned away.
'I also have a phone. In five minutes, you can be clean and back on the street again...
She turned and looked at him. 'OK. What does across the street mean? How far is your house exactly?'
William pointed. 'It's just there. That's my house. The one with the blue door.'
She looked down at her shirt. Then she looked back up at him. 'Well, OK.'
They walked towards William's house. He opened the door.