BalloonFan

It was Stephanie’s 18th birthday and she wasn’t in a birthday-mood at all. “Cheer up, Steph, will ya,” Danielle patted her friend on the shoulder. “He was such a jerk anyway. You know you’ll meet the right guy soon.” Despite the comforting words, Stephanie snapped at her friend: “I’m sick and tired of this, I really am. You’re so happy with David, while I always get together with the wrong ones – what’s your secret?”

Loona and Sandra were talking to two customers when the woman entered the store. She had long, blond hair and was dressed in rather expensive-looking clothing. She immediately caught the attention of the two, as this was clearly not a typical customer.

Sandra basically knew it the moment the guy entered her store. They all were more or less the same. First, they looked around a bit shyly, looking at all the different balloons with that certain look in their eyes. She knew it so well because she felt just the same and she had realized a life-long dream by opening this balloon-shop.

“Hey, Nina, are you feeling better yet,” David asked, not feeling too good himself – he still had quite a hangover from the previous night’s Halloween party. His girlfriend was lying on the couch as he entered her apartment half watching television, half dozing; a box of Kleenex was placed in reach and dozens of used tissues lay on the ground near the waste paper basket, near misses. Nina looked at David with tired eyes and brushed back her messy hair. Her voice told of her bad cold when she replied, “Nope. But I’ll survive. Hey, how was the party?”

The party…