I rolled my eyes as I walked through the airport. My family didn't want me to live with them? Fine. Go ahead, kick a 16 year old out of your house. It was better when I was away from that place anyways. I was never one to get homesick.

I walked through Atlanta, or 'Hotlanta', as I've heard it be called so before. I immediately walked into a restaurant, I was starving.

A blonde, tall man was sitting down at a table. At the ring of the jingle bells on the door, his head snapped over to me like I was some sort of nuisance.

I shot him a dirty look and sat down at a different table. Looking over a bit, I could see the man was with another man. He seemed a lot older. The men were getting weird looks from a bunch of people as well, like the two men had been popular here in Hotlanta.

The waitress came up and I ordered my drink, a Coke. I glanced over her shoulder and saw that the men were still giving me a weird look. The older man would glance at me every once in a while as the younger blonde haired man talked. Sadly, they were too far away for me to be able to make out every little word that they were saying, although I heard the old one say "Go man, go!" But, if I were to be blatantly honest, the older man's voice sounded familiar. But I had never seen this man before! How could he seem so familiar...?

The waitress came back with my Coke. By the time she had moved away, the men were gone from the table. I sighed contentedly, I wouldn't have to deal-

"Hello there," The older man popped up behind me. I jumped.

"What the-!" I growled, "What do you want? I've seen you and your friend staring at me for the past half hour, you creeps." I was hungry and irritated.

"Sorry to scare you miss, but my friend has been very.... interested in you, since the moment you walked in here."

"Seems like it, you two didn't look away from me for even ten seconds." I sighed.

"Again, sorry 'bout that, didn't mean to scare you like that. But, my friend is in the bathroom right now, so I figured right now would be the perfect time to ask you-"

"Ask me out for your friend because he's secretly scared of asking girls out in fear of rejection?" I raised my eyebrow.

"...yeah. Spot on, actually. His name is Lucas. Here's his phone number," He handed me a slip of paper. "My name's George, by the way."

"I'm new to Atlanta, but you seem oddly familiar, George."

"Have you ever watched CSI?" He crossed his arms and leaned down on the table.

"Matter of fact, I have." I replied.

"I played Nick." He smiled, proudly.

"So I presume you're an actor?"

"Yes ma'am."

The blonde man finally walked out of the bathroom.

"Applebee's, tomorrow night at five. Dress up for him."

I nodded as George walked away. James Blonde over there flashed me a quick smile as he walked out the door with George.

Looks like I've got a date tomorrow, huh?