#johnathanambrosiarp

“Q-question? What question?” Asked Johnathan looking around to avoid Felicity’s gaze.

Johnathan had just finished a meeting with a potential client who he’d met at a small diner as per the latter’s request. He was hopeful about clinching the deal and opening another nightclub in the man’s hotel. He was happy and content, looking forward to a long lazy day in bed. But, no sooner did he step out of the bustling diner and reach for his sunglasses - which he thought were in his pocket - he realised that he’d left them at the booth he’d sat. So, making a bee-line back to the seat his eyes fell upon a pretty lady occupying what just minutes ago was his seat. “Um, excuse me. You wouldn't happen to have seen a pair of sunglasses around, have you?" He asked politely.

Johnathan had not seen Felicity in weeks and decided to call on her. So, taking a bouquet of her favourite flowers he made his way to her house. They’d left off on a shaky footing the last time and he was apologetic about it. He shouldn’t have snapped at her like that, he thought to himself as he rang the bell. “Hi Felicity!” He chimed happily when she opened the door. There was something different about her but, he couldn’t place it.

Johnathan had left the town five years ago in the pursuit of his dreams. All those years his family had visited him on holidays as he was in different cities of the country, always working on a project. Over these years he’d made a name for himself in the entertainment and food industry. He was the owner of the second largest and most successful chain of nightclubs in the whole of the United States and barely thirty years of age. As he was free this year, he decided to surprise his family by paying them a visit on Christmas. Being a workaholic it wasn’t easy to take a leave from everything at his New York headquarters, where he currently resided, and travel to Anaheim. But, here he was in Anaheim, surrounded by an overjoyed family.

One of the other reasons why he’d stayed away from Anaheim was Cassandra., his ex-girlfriend. They’d loved each other but, his amition was stronger than their love and he had to break it off before flying away to New York. Now that he was back in his old room, he stumbled upon a box of photos which contained the pictures of him and Cassandra during the blissful time of their lives. Over the course of these five years he’d dated many models, actresses, businesswomen, rich women but, none of them came close filling the void in his heart. The photos struck a chord in his heart which made him long to see Cassandra. So, on his way back from a local pub, he took the leave of his friends and made his way to Cassandra’s house - her new address provided by one of his old friends. He didn’t know what to say or how she’d react. But, he wanted to see her. So, very reluctantly he rung the bell, waiting for her to open the door. Sure, it was midnight  but, it didn’t seem like an odd time for him to call on an old friend. He had turned to leave when he heard the door open and looked back. “Hi!”

Johnathan looked at the lady in surprise. How did she expect him to tell her anything about it, he wondered. “Because, it’s none of your business?” He snapped. He was already agitated and didn’t need an addition to his worries.