Dear One Direction

Georgia's POV

i rush to Omar's caffe, but not too early.

"Hey Georgia Rose, the usual?" My favorite waitress, Kaytlin asks. I tell her to wait. Haha, she IS a waitress. Okay not funny.

I look out the window, expecting to see a limo come. But I don't see anything. Nope, nada. Zip. Zero. Okay.... I've gone on long enough.

"G-Georgia Rose?" I slowly turn my head around to see the Irish fake blonde. (No offense.)

"Thats me," I say smiling when he slides in. "I didn't see you pull up." He looks at me.

"Cuz we took the back road, and uh, a Honda," he says whispering.

"You know," I say leaning closer to him, "you don't have to whisper. No ones usually here; that's why I like it. Peaceful. Hey Kaytlin, can we order now?" I say. She comes over with her note pad.

"What can I get Ya'll?"

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