April Denise Stuart
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I love to combine my love for travel with writing.
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Chicago, First Date, and a Bottle of Merlot
"Can you believe our luck?" Rick asked Trent. "I mean we met some great women and we should definitely get together." "Yeah, we met some really classy ladies," Trent stated as they walked down the street from the bar. "They are nice ladies and I definitely say that we should take them out to dinner and a basketball game. I hope they are both fans of the Chicago Bulls." The two walked back to their respective apartments in hopes that they would see the two women again.
By April Denise Stuart2 years ago in Chapters
Breakfast by the Lakefront
Waking up at 5:30 A. M., Rose left the comfort of her bed to go outside and watch the sun rise. Her boyfriend Lee was just getting up himself. She sat in the chair that faced out near the lake and the railroad track. The sun rose high above the lake brightening the morning with is bright yellow ambiance. She heard the distant whistle of the train and saw it pass by with three locomotives from CSX. He went to the stove and began preparing breakfast. He is a skilled sous chef. He prepared Eggs Benedict with the Hollandaise sauce, bacon and coffee. He knew that Rose liked her breakfast to be simple and not too complicated.
By April Denise Stuart2 years ago in Marriage
Chicago, First Date, and a Bottle of Merlot
It was an ordinary morning at the River View apartments. Angel Mc. Farland woke up at six in the morning. She jogged along the sidewalk for about a mile. The sidewalk faced out along the Chicago River. She was thinking about the meeting she had to have with her boss regarding an account. She was astonished that Chicago was quite different from Springfield. She figured that there was more city to Chicago than can be imagined. Being a trades assistant she was thinking about how the market was going to move. She worried about the client's account. She normally didn't think about a client during a jog, but this morning, she needed to. She knew this client to be right demanding. The condo beneath her was almost finished. She heard as she jogged by the sounds of the construction workers who were working steadily to build the new condo beneath her. Angel had been in the condo she lived in for six months. She returned home and got herself prepared for work. The clock was going on about eight-thirty and she had to be to work at nine. Angel left for the L-Train, which would take her to the brokerage firm. She thought to herself what a shame they lack those in Springfield.
By April Denise Stuart2 years ago in Chapters
