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I don't really remember why I had decided to go to the museum today, somehow I just ended up there. Perhaps it was because I had just finished a straight week of constant tests and studying that I felt I deserved the break. Perhaps it was because all of my friends were occupied elsewhere and by elsewhere I mean on dates, and there was me who couldn't get a date if my life depended on it. Yep still haven't had a boyfriend at 22, it was starting to get pathetic.

Still I carried on with life, school and work almost every day. I didn't get much free time, so how I ended up spending my time and money looking at creepy wax sculptures and artifacts was beyond me.

I turned a corner and almost collided with someone, way to go' I thought to myself. "I'm sorry!" I blurted out, hurrying away before the situation could get any worse.

I found myself in the room of Indians. There was nothing great about this exhibit and I bet it'd been here for a century. It contained a few sculptures, bow and arrow models, and an Indian hat with feathers and all. I was a little embarrassed just to be in the same room with the thing.

It didn't take long to examine the crappy exhibit (I had to at least make this worth my money and learn something even if I hated it) and wander into the next room, which wasn't a room at all but a hall of Greek pillars and statues. I forced myself to spend at least ten minutes before moving on. Ancient culture was the worst, probably why history and me just don't get along.

The next room contained a pyramid, a tomb, various pictures on the walls, male and female pharaoh statues, and a cheesy mummy display. I also noticed another figure examining the walls. I ignored them and started my own exploration, aka reading the descriptions and not actually think about any of it.

I wandered to the tomb and started reading the description. This is a replica of a tomb from ancient Egypt. The tomb contained the remainder of two bodies, neither of which went through the proper mummification steps, leading historians to believe that they were either not important individuals, or that they were buried alive. There is no further evidence of either case.

'Well that's a little unnerving' I thought. My uneasiness grew and eventually I was stepping away from the tomb. My foot caught something and I soon found myself on the floor. "Shit!" I cursed attempting to pull myself up.

"Are you alright?" Came a voice from across the room, he came running over.

"Fine" I muttered thoroughly embarrassed.

"Here let me help you up" he held his hand and I took it gracefully. I got to my feet and that was the first time I looked at his face. I would have fallen again if he wasn't holding me up. He had the perfect smile, perfect hair, perfect facial structure, perfect everything. His eyes were a piercing green and his hair short dirty blonde.

"Damn" I said to myself, but I knew he heard since he laughed a little.

"What?" I demanded a little sharp.

He seemed taken aback "I see you still have your temper" he muttered.

I was confused "still?..." I questioned.

He shook his head "nothing never mind." He smiled again, making me forget my name. "You should be careful" he stopped "wait a minute you're the girl that rammed into me earlier" he laughed again, a sound that delighted my ears. "What's your name?"

"Alyssa" I told him. "Yours?"

"Ra- Rad-" he cleared his throat "excuse me, Randal"

"Pleasure to meet you" I shook his hand properly.

He smiled "might I ask what a pretty girl such as yourself is doing here on this beautiful day?"

'Pretty?' He thought I was pretty? "Well um... Normally I don't do this kind of stuff but for some reason I just decided to" and I was not regretting that choice at all.

"Oh" he paused "well I come here way too often" he started

"Why is that?" I asked, normally someone like him should be off playing football or something like that.

He hesitated a second, probably deciding what to say. "I guess I like to relive history"

That was an odd thing to say. That's when I noticed he was watching the tomb like he thought it was going to jump out and eat him. There was sweat dripping down his face and eventually he forced his eyes away, back on me. He smiled again.

"You ok?" I asked.

"Fine that thing just makes me nervous"

"I agree, have you read the description? It's pretty fascinating. It says-" I looked at the description starting to read it.

"DON'T!" He shouted startling me. He cleared his throat again "sorry, yes I've read it..." He trailed off.

Ok so he was perfect but unstable, I think I could live with that. "Do you want to go do something after this?" I asked testing the waters. I was almost positive he wasn't single, but if he said yes to me, that meant I'd be closer to going on a date then I had my entire life.

"Do something?... Like what?"

I shrugged "I don't know, like go get something to eat"

He nodded. "Ok but I'd like to finish with the museum first." And with that he wandered back to the walls.

I assumed he'd spend five maybe ten minutes at the most to finish with the room but found it had been thirty minutes and he was still in the same spot. I had to speak up or spend an eternity in this museum, but I couldn't be too rude otherwise he'd leave just as quickly as he came.

"Are you almost finished?" I asked.

"I guess I could be" he muttered stepping away from a statue of a female pharaoh he had been admiring.

"Guess? You only come here like what?"

He sighed "at least once a day"

"And you haven't memorized the entire place?" I asked smugly.

"I've memorized this room" he gestured to the statue. "For example this is Amneris. She became the pharaoh of Egypt after her father passed from a mystery illness and she-"

"Ok I get it"

He exited the room and I was surprised when he didn't stop to look at any of the other exhibits.

"You're leaving?" I asked confused.

"You wanted me to be done" he sighed "besides I don't care much for this kind of crap"

"But you come every day and you spent a half hour in that other room"

He shook his head "that room is special to me. That's all I am going to say about it"

I was more then a little curious but I knew better then to ask him, especially since he had said he wouldn't say anything more. So I changed the topic. "Where do you want to go?" I asked as we were exiting the museum. I was surprised he hadn't opened the door for me either, guess he wasn't really a gentleman.

His eyes lit up instantly "what about sailing?" He asked.

"Sailing?" I questioned.

"Uh... I mean you choose" he muttered sounding embarrassed.

"Ok you like coffee?" I asked.

"Coffee?"

"Um never mind that" I paused. "Let's just get something to eat"

"Where?"

"First place we see" I suggested. "There's also a pretty good diner down the street."

"Anywhere is fine" he commented completely uninterested.

Ok so he was hot but the worst company ever. We headed down the steps that led from the museum to the streets. He stayed silent the whole walk to where we were getting lunch.

I forced myself to make small talk. "So how long have you lived here?"

"Long enough" he replied making it quite obvious he didn't want to talk.

I sighed and let the silent moments continue. After a moment I couldn't take it. "What are you studying in school?"

"I don't go anymore"

I bit my lip "how do you plan on supporting yourself then?"

"I have a job"

"Doing what?"

He turned to face me again "you ask a lot of questions"

I crossed my arms "I'm just curious"

"Curiosity killed the cat" he joked, although his eyes turned dark for a second.

I finally decided to ask the question that had been bugging me "do you have a girlfriend?"

"No" his voice sounded sad.

"Did something happen?"

He looked at me and I thought he wasn't going to tell me "a long time ago I loved someone so much that I ended up hurting both of us"

"What happened?"

"It's complicated..." He trailed off. "we never should have fallen for each other"

We reached the restaurant and once again he rudely ignored my presence and almost slammed the door on my face, whether this was on purpose or not was beyond me.

I pushed the door open after him.

"Table for two" I heard him say. So he hadn't forgotten about me.

Once we got the table I decided it was time to confront him. We sat down and the host left to get us our server.

"You know you're a real ass" I told him.

"I'm the ass here? You're the one asking all these personal questions" he countered.

"You're the one choosing to answer them!" I sighed and brought my voice down "besides that's what people do when they meet someone. They want to know things about them."

"Only because you think I'm hot"

"What?" I felt myself blush. "No I don't-" he gave me the look that said yeah right. "Ok maybe a little..."

"A little? I think your cheeks say more then a little"

He was trying to embarrass me! "Oh shut up" I opened my menu and acted like I was looking for something to order although I knew exactly what I was getting. I was not going to survive this so called date.

I glanced up from the menu to see he had propped his feet up onto the table.

"Want to get you feet down?" I asked rhetorically.

"Nah I'm quite comfortable, although if you want to wash them I'd be ok with that."

I couldn't tell if he was joking or not. "Wash your feet? What am I like your slave?"

His smile disappeared immediately and he put his feet down.

I couldn't help but smirk a little. That comment sure bothered him more than I thought it would.

The server finally came over. "Are you ready to order?" He asked.

"Yes can I just get the chicken Caesar salad?" I asked. He walked away. "Wait a minute what about?-" I stopped when I saw my date was no longer there.

I saw a note laying on the table as well. It was crumpled and torn almost as if it was written a long time ago. It read "I apologize for my behavior today. Come to the museum again tomorrow morning and I can try to make it up to you." That was it, no name and no number. I sighed not looking forward to eating and paying for my salad alone.