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Emma

Justin reached the park, breathing heavily. Glancing at his watch, he noted the time.

5:31, and not a soul in sight.

"Hello?" He called.

No answer.

Then he saw her.

She was standing at the edge of a clump of trees, watching him.

He approached her slowly, marveling at her intense beauty.

"Uh - Emma - Hello… I'm Justin." He said, extending his hand.

Ignoring it, she eyed him suspiciously. "What's with the act, Mr. Timberlake?"

Justin pulled his hand back, moving it to rest in the pocket of his jeans. "I was just trying to be n-"

"Whatever," she interrupted, rolling her eyes at him.

Offended, Justin stared at her, clenching his jaw angrily. "Give me my CD."

She smirked at him. "I need some money first."

He bit his lip. "I usually don't keep that much cash on me."

Pulling out his expensive leather wallet, he carefully leafed through the crisp bills inside.

"I only have three-fifty…"

"Three HUNDRED fifty?!?"

Justin nodded.

Eyes bulging, she grabbed the money from him, counting it and then stuffing it into her pants pocket.

"CD, please."

She handed it over.

"Where do you live?" He asked her.

Staring at him, she laughed. "None of your business."

"Honestly… I'm just curious."

Emma smiled. "About a twenty-minute walk from here."

"Let me give you a ride."

"No, it's alright."

"Seriously, I can. I just live - well, you already know that." He grinned. "Trust me, I won't hand you over to the cops or anything like that.

She threw up her hands, sighing exasperatedly. "Sure… Why not?"


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