As my profile explains I am Brazilian and I am trying to take my chances in English, so I want to apologize from the heart if something is very wrong. I will improve, I promise! I want you to let me know what you think, if my English is not bearable I will write only in Portuguese again kkkkk more, I hope you enjoy. In the next chapter I will introduce our dear yautja. kisses

When Anne woke up that Friday morning to find a headless bird beside her on the bed and her cat, Gomez, looking at her as if expecting a thank you and perhaps a reward for the gift, she knew her day would not be easy.

The realization came as his cell phone vibrated vigorously on his desk. Gathering the little motivation she had, she got up and took it. "3 new messages from Spencer", his ex who suddenly became one of the most annoying people in the world in his humble opinion. Snorting, she deleted the messages without even seeing what was written and headed toward the bathroom to start her day.

Although she didn't know exactly how long she had been in the warm, soothing water, when she went out she felt her spirits had improved, maybe the day wasn't that bad.

After a quick breakfast she returned to her room to get dressed and go to another college class. In front of the wardrobe Anne stared at the clothes hangers and shelves in the eternal dilemma of which one to wear, but laughing at herself she ended that false concern and picked up her faded old jeans and her usual long-sleeved black shirt, the white coat folded in his arms. After combing the long black strands and applying a slight lip gloss, she grabbed her bag and before leaving stroked Gomez making sure the killer cat had food and water for the day.

It was about two o'clock by the time Anne arrived at Duke's, a part-time cafeteria for college. Despite being a place frequented by men who constantly filled her patience with ulterior motives, she felt well cared for by the owners and they paid her well. Changing clothes in the staff bathroom, she bunched her hair and headed for the counter to start serving customers.

It was not so long ago that she had been there when she heard the familiar clang of the bell just above the front door, indicating that another customer had arrived. Her big brown eyes fixed on the entering figure, closing her face to make clear her disgust at seeing him. But Spencer seemed oblivious to that and continued on his way to the counter where she stood, giving that sideways smile that made her hand shake with the urge to punch him until he was gone.

But she was a lady, a strong woman who knew how to control herself, so instead of doing what her insider begged, she just turned her face away and continued wiping the surface of the counter while praying for another customer to appear before he tried to strike up a conversation. But fate was a bitch and that didn't happen, Spencer ended her walk stopping right in front of her and stared at her for what seemed like forever. She could feel his eyes boring as if with laser beams the profile of her face and that made her beyond uncomfortable, so she began shifting her weight from one leg to the other trying to ignore the blonde on her side.

Not surprisingly, it didn't work, so gathering the courage inside her, Anne turned and faced Spencer directly. The bastard, in turn, seemed to swell with pride when he saw that he had his attention and dared not look away, and thus began a silent battle for honor. Brown eyes vs. green eyes in an epic fight over who would give up first and look down.

You see, it wasn't that Anne hated this guy. Ok, maybe so. But he had asked.

During the two years they dated, he had been a caring, charming man and - it hurt to admit -, in bed he was a God. But it was not until the four days before the end that Anne found out in the worst possible way that it had all been an illusion.

One Friday night when she had to leave Duke's early due to a mysterious fever, she had caught Spencer on top of a redhead on the couch in her apartment. What followed were long days of discussion and stress that logically culminated in the breakup of their relationship. It turns out that since then Spencer has tried every way to get his attention again so that together they can try a fresh start.

Just over my dead body, she thought angrily.

After minutes spent staring at each other's skulls, Anne grunted when it was childish and turned her attention to cleaning the already spotlessly clean counter. "You look beautiful in this waitress uniform, have I said that?" Spencer stared blatantly sexually at the tanned legs that showed in Anne's little dress.

"What do you want, Spencer?" Asking the gods for his patience, Anne rolled her eyes before almost jumping with joy as a customer approached the counter. She rushed to meet him before someone else did. "I just want to talk, you know." Still, Spencer didn't give up, and spoke loudly for almost everyone in the establishment to hear. The egocentric idiot.

"There's nothing more to talk about, believe me. If you had a modicum of decency you wouldn't come into my line of sight ever again in your miserable life." She was trying to keep the angry Anne under control, but he made it difficult.

Delivering the customer order from table six she returned behind the counter as she watched Spencer moan in frustration and ruffle her light brown hair with his fingers in a way that drove her crazy a while ago. Perhaps it still had some effect on her, Anne reflected reluctantly as her cheeks warmed in an unworthy way. But she would rather tear her eyes out than let him know that unfortunately it still had an effect on her, so she shook her head slightly and gave him her best scornful expression when she saw that he was once again beginning his regretful speech.

Thanks to some entity who felt sorry for her suffering, the door bell rang again and a group of boys entered the diner, making noise like pigs going to the slaughter and catching Spencer's attention. He looked at Anne again as if considering his options and she took the moment to wash a few glasses and turn her back on him hoping it would show she didn't want him there. She sighed happily when she heard his voice mingle with the others and in her peripheral vision realized when they sat at a table in the back.

She struggled to keep her angry feelings for Spencer hidden and put a sympathetic expression on her face for the next client to continue the afternoon.

By the time Anne walked into her apartment it was night and Gomez the cat soon curled between her legs demanding attention that was readily given with a fondness behind the fluffy ears. Roaring with satisfaction, he stepped away from her and returned to his previous position on the windowsill, taking over his poker face as he watched the movement outside. Anne laughed softly and went to her room taking off her shoes and shirt on the way.

Standing in front of the bed in her jeans and black bra, she asking herself wondering how dull her life was for an 18-year-old girl. College, work, home...college, work, home. She even had a cat. It was looking like a lady.

She threw herself on the bed and stared at the ceiling as she tried to come to some conclusion that explained why she wasn't acting like a normal eighteen-year-old.

There was actually explanation; Anne had grown up in a house with good parents, with loving parents. But both had died in a car accident when she was 15, and her guard stayed with her aunt, Maria. Since the accident Anne had closed herself to everything and everyone, living her life almost mechanically. Study and come home, every day. Until she met Spencer. From then on she felt some life coming to her, felt again what it was to be happy. But all that is good is short lived...

Closing her eyes tightly to avoid thinking too much about it, she came to the conclusion: tonight she would be a normal young woman. Which is? It was New York, it would be easy to find some club to have fun with.

Rising suddenly with a single goal she went to the wardrobe focused on finding something that made her feel good about herself. "Not this, not this, yea not really..." muttered as she threw several pieces of clothing on the bed.

Finally she pulled a hanger with a hanging dress and was disappointed in herself for not even remembering its existence. Ignoring this, she set him in front of her facing the mirror. It was a short black dress that cut to the middle of her thighs, with thin and delicate straps and a not too deep neckline, but that perfectly ventured the soft curve of her breasts. It was the dress to kill, she thought as she smirked at her reflection.

Leaving the dress on the bed she ran to the bathroom and spent her time showering and washing her hair. When she came out wrapped in a towel, she took the dryer from the dresser and dried the long strands while humming some song. She put on a light make-up, accentuating her expressive brown eyes with an eyeliner, and made her lips even pinker with a gloss.

When she was pleased with the image, she put on her dress and sat on the bed to put on the red scarpin pair her aunt had given her for her birthday. When she was done, Anne went to the mirror to see her full image. For a few seconds she was nervous of having overreacted, but the truth was that it was all too young for her. It was rare for her to dress in anything other than college, service, or sleepwear.

Then she ignored the insecurity that settled in her stomach and inspected herself. She wasn't tall, but at 5"3' tall she considered herself average. And the heels made her elegant, with curves well accented by the tight dress. Freshly brushed black hair came around the curve of her waist.

Taking a deep breath to gather courage, she took her black overcoat and put it on over her dress. Finally she took her wallet, put it in her handbag, and left before she gave it all up.

Unfortunately his rare wave of courage to live was short lived when he picked up his ringing cell phone and read on the display: "Aunt Maria", her aunt who had her guard after the death of her parents. She had moved with her husband to the end of the world, in Anne's opinion, after she was accepted into college and rented her own apartment.

The calls were constant, so she pressed her finger to answer the call and greeted her aunt before stopping when she realized she was crying. "Aunt, what is it? Why are you crying?" Her aunt sobbed as she tried to calm down, talking rambling things. Anne murmured reassuring words until she felt her aunt was calmer. "Anne, my love, is your uncle. He passed away, unfortunately the problem in his heart got worse and I... I..." She couldn't finish the sentence before another crying outbreak began. But Anne had already understood enough. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, Aunt. I'll come over, I'll take the first flight I can." She was still comforting her aunt for a few minutes before hanging up.

Since waking up with a bird corpse beside her pillow, she knew that this day would not be good.