Chapter 2

Aspen's POV

I never got a chance to explain my job because of. . . well... .you know. Anyway. I work for Wright Industries. A multi-billion dollar business that makes its money by selling information from the public to the responsible Companies.

So basically if McDonald wanted to know how many Hispanic females wanted more fries. They would hire us.

It sounds lame but it's successful and creative. Doesn't sound like Mr. Wright at all right? Well, it isn't. His father died last year leaving the company to him. I've been working here since I was eighteen. I'm twenty-three now. And Mr. Pighead just thinks he's all bad and powerful. I just wanna knock him off his high horse.

Anyway, so I'm doing the fun part of my job which is... surveying! Going around meeting new people is somewhat a day marker since my love life is nonexistent because I am socially awk-ward. Just saying. I mean to get this job you have to be all smiles, and patience and just talk a lot. Which I can do, but dates?

No.

"Um, Hey excuse me?" I say putting on a huge smile towards the male with his back towards me. He spins around and gives me a small smile.

"Yes?" He replies and I get a little bit of a British accent.

"I'm doing a survey and I thought maybe you could help?" I start. Normally it's easier to introduce them to what they're doing before just jumping in.

"Ah, Okay, sure. Would you like to sit?" He says gesturing to a park bench

"Sure" He walks ahead of me and I follow. I take time to admire his build. He was nicely built with wide shoulders and seriously tall. Well, everyone is taller than me with my 5'4 self, but still. He had blonde hair that was shaved at the sides and the top was falling over. He sits and motions for me to sit next to him. I sit and look at his face. He had freckles all over his nose and grayish eyes. His lips were pink and kind of pouty. He was cute. Scratch that Handsome but familiar.

But not as handsome as Dante.

What?

Stop it right now!

"Mum always told me I was handsome, but I never believed her until now." He remarks sounding amused and I clear my throat as I feel the blush creeping up at being caught staring.

"So this survey is for the National New York Fair. It happens annually. But I don't think you're from here." I say quizzically.

"No but I've been here for years, So yes I know what that is." He replies chuckling.

"Oh okay." I look down to my book and ask him the appropriate questions 

"Okay the last one, I don't wanna waste any more of your time," I say sheepishly.

"No No, it's fine, I don't have anywhere to be and you're quite entertaining."

"Oh," I replied stupidly.

Really.

Oh?

"Mhm, So what's the next one," He says and he looks like he's trying to hide a laugh.

I gotta get out of here.

"Corn dogs or hot dogs?" I ask seriously and he bursts out laughing. "What?"

"Seriously?"  I roll my eyes and put my stuff into my bag. When he sees my actions he immediately stops and looks at me.

"Okay Okay, I'm sorry. Don't leave." He says putting his hand over mine.

"No it's okay I have to get back to my office anyway."

"Oh really? Where do you work" He asks, sounding curious.

"Wright Industries." He looks at me confused and I was gonna ask why but he beat me to it.

"I didn't get your name though."

"Aspen. Aspen Williams."

"I'm Damien. Lovely name by the way." He says with a wink. 

Okay.

"Thanks. I must be going now. Thanks so much for your time Damien."

"You're welcome. Don't be a stranger." I only smile and walk back to the company.

I've seen him somewhere. .but where?