Love Only Comes Once

frizzing out too much. She was seated at the pool side, with a two piece bikini, sipping on orange juice, basking in the sun and enjoying everything she worked hard for. Since coming to

e brought it to her side and whispered in her ear: "Mr. Graves would like to speak to you.” She took the phone from him and place it on her ear. “Hello.” “Hello Casey, so I was wondering if I could see you today?” “Um, I am kind of on like a break today, Mr. Graves.” “All the more reason to meet you. On a normal day I won’t be able to see cause you will be flooded with so many things to do that you wouldn’t even have time.” Casey sighed then said, “Fine. Where are we meeting?” **** Casey, got in her car and drove towards the uptown of Hollywood, passing the famous Walk Of Fame, ever wondering if her name would ever be printed there alongside the greats of the entertainment industry. The place she was going to was a restaurant, it wasn’t one of the most fanciest ones here in Hollywood but the food there was delicious so Casey wasn’t complaining. Pulling over by the parking lot, she stepped down from her car, closing the door behind her, and walked up to the doors of the restaurant opening the door, the smell of fried chicken filled her nostrils and her mouth began to water, making her realize how hungry she was. Her eyes scanned the inside of the restaurant and instantly spotted Richard, who was seated at the far end, he was holding a menu and tried to appear interested in what was written on it. But Casey knew that he was stalling for time. Walking up to him, she passed a couple of people, who gave her a glance or two, probably trying to figure out if she was the Casey McAddams, other than that nobody in the restaurant even seemed to pay attention to her. She sat down on the sit across from Richard, as Richard eyes shot up to her he gave her a smile. “Hello Casey, how you doing today?” “Fine, I guess.” She shrugged looking at the menu on the table. “So what would you like to order? They have everything from coffee, to fried wings, to spring rolls, the whole thing.” “Do they have a chicken sandwich?” Casey asked, Richard nodded his head. “Then I will have that.” Richa