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Authors: S. J. Pajonas

Face Time

Contents

Title Page

Dedication

Copyright (Amazon)

Chapter One = - Laura

Chapter Two = - Lee

Chapter Three = - Laura

Chapter Four = - Lee

Chapter Five = - Laura

Chapter Six = - Lee

Chapter Seven = - Laura

Chapter Eight = - Lee

Chapter Nine = - Laura

Chapter Ten = - Lee

Chapter Eleven = - Laura

Chapter Twelve = - Lee

Chapter Thirteen = - Laura

Chapter Fourteen = - Lee

Chapter Fifteen = - Laura

Chapter Sixteen = - Lee

Chapter Seventeen = - Laura

Chapter Eighteen = - Lee

Chapter Nineteen = - Laura

Chapter Twenty = - Lee

Chapter Twenty-One = - Laura

Chapter Twenty-Two = - Lee

Chapter Twenty-Three = - Laura

Chapter Twenty-Four = - Lee

Chapter Twenty-Five = - Laura

Chapter Twenty-Six = - Lee

Chapter Twenty-Seven = - Laura

Chapter Twenty-Eight = - Lee

Chapter Twenty-Nine = - Laura

Chapter Thirty = - Lee

Chapter Thirty-One = - Laura

Chapter Thirty-Two = - Lee

Chapter Thirty-Three = - Laura

Chapter Thirty-Four = - Lee

Chapter Thirty-Five = - Laura

Chapter Thirty-Six = - Lee

Chapter Thirty-Seven = - Laura

Chapter Thirty-Eight = - Lee

Chapter Thirty-Nine = - Laura

Chapter Forty = - Lee

Chapter Forty-One = - Laura

Thank You!

Acknowledgements

About the Author

Read the first chapter of REMOVED, Book ONE of the Nogiku Series

Face Time

A Love In The Digital Age Novel

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by S. J. Pajonas

For my grandmother, Jean.


© 2014, S. J. Pajonas (Stephanie J. Pajonas).

All rights reserved.

Cover design by Carrie A. Butler (Forward Authority)

Book design and production, and author photo by S. J. Pajonas (Stephanie J. Pajonas).

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblances to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
 

FaceTime, iMessage, iPhone, iPad, Macbook, Macbook Pro, and Macbook Air are all trademarks of Apple Computer, Inc. And they are all awesome. I’m totally a Mac girl.

ISBN (Amazon Mobi) 978-1-940599-10-6
 

Chapter
One
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Laura

March 22, 2012 - New York City

I’m being stood up by my coworkers yet again. When I enter the Blue Bar at the Algonquin at 7:30pm, no one I know is here. Either they are painfully late (and usually that’s my MO) or they’ve been here and left. Neither are real possibilities. Craning my neck around the room, I search for a familiar face amongst the boisterous and chatting crowd. All the side tables are full and most of the seats at the bar too, but I don’t recognize anyone. This is the second week in a row these bastards I call friends are no-shows.

Walking towards the bar, I dig in my giant sack of a purse and place my iPhone on the long, dark wood bar before slinging my coat across the back of a chair. It’s almost spring time in New York City. The days are warm and sunny, bright light bouncing off the buildings and heating the sidewalks strewn with winter’s trash, possibly the only thing to hate about the city once the snow melts. The evenings, though, carry a biting frost, whipping around the streets and avenues, chilling me to the bone. I hate any season but summer.

“What can I get you, Laura?” Charice asks, leaning over the bar to kiss me on the cheek. She knows me pretty well. The Blue Bar is only a block away from work, and, every Thursday, I meet my other single coworkers for a drink before heading home. Everyone else I work with is married and gets on a train home promptly at six.
 

“Gin and tonic, please, Charice. And, since I’m alone, again, be heavy-handed.”

“You got it.”

As Charice turns away to fill my glass with ice, my phone jumps to life, a message blinking on the screen from Jessie, one of my missing coworkers.
“I can’t make it. Have to run home to Rob. Bad day at work for him.”
 

“Of course he had a bad day,” I mumble at my phone, “because he’s an idiot.”

Soft laughter catches my attention, and I look up to find the man next to me shaking his head with a smile.
 

“What?” I snap at him, Jessie’s betrayal still stinging. “Mind your own business.”

“Whoa. Sorry.” He sits back in his chair and raises his hands in front of him in surrender. “Didn’t mean to anger the locals.”

I immediately regret my abrupt reply, letting my ten-year New York City attitude fly off at him because his smile is sweet and with one eyebrow arched at me, I laugh. He just caught me being a rude New Yorker, which is something I boast to others doesn’t exist. “No, I’m sorry. Been stood up. Again.” I slam my iPhone on the bar, gently, and then check to make sure I didn’t damage the screen. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you though you were eavesdropping.”

“Kind of hard not to.” He rakes his hand through his messy hair, and my smile lifts. Is he Japanese? Chinese? I’m not good at guessing between Asian nationalities unless I hear a name or native language. I’ve been to Thailand, Shanghai, Singapore, Malaysia, and Japan before and love everything about the far east.

I scan him from his hair down and assess him for a few distinct markers. He’s not wearing a ring (I always look for a wedding ring first), a little rumpled, his button-down shirt open at the neck and sleeves rolled up. No coat hanging on the back of the chair. My guess is he stepped off a plane this evening because his eyes are rimmed in red, and his voice is quiet and raspy, belying the laughter he produced at my expense.
 

“You’re right. These bar stools are close together.” I shift in my seat and smile, well aware I’m already flirting with him. “You’re almost done with your drink. Let me buy you another as an apology. Charice,” I call, leaning forward and catching my friend’s eye. “He’ll have a second one. On me.”

“I think this is the first time a woman has ever bought me a drink.”

“Don’t get used to it.”

“Right. So, Laura-who-buys-drinks-for-strange-men-at-the-bar…”

“You look like you could use another…?” I incline my head at him, hinting he should produce a name and fast.

“Lee. Lee Park.”

“Like, Bond, James Bond?”

“No, that would be, Park, Lee Park.” He sips at his fresh glass of bourbon. One ice cube.

Park. He’s Korean. Park is the Smith of Korea. Korea was the one country I missed during my tour of Asia twelve years ago. I had a plane ticket to go but had to fly home because my aunt died.

“I just flew in from Shanghai. Business.”

“Shanghai. Quite a haul of a flight.” Jabbing the straw in my drink up and down a few times, I lean forward and take a long sip.

“And I’m only here for three days including today. Fly back home to Seoul on Saturday.”

Damn. He’s not from New York or even the east coast. “The jet lag must be a nightmare.”

“It is, but you get used to the constant ache of tiredness when you travel as much as I do.”

We both nod at each other, and I pick up my phone and check again to make sure I didn’t receive any messages. Nope. I better down this drink and head home.
 

“Sorry,” Lee says, jerking his chin at my phone as I set it down with a sigh. “Boyfriend stand you up?”

“No. A friend, coworker. Actually, several asshole coworkers who I’m going give the finger to tomorrow.” I mock sneer at him, and he laughs. Lee passes the sense-of-humor test. “I’m not dating anybody.”
 

This is hard to say with a straight-face and no eye contact. Up until two minutes ago, I was ready to flirt with him and ask him out on a date, though the last time I hit on a stranger at a bar I ended up in a six-month relationship from hell. But Lee’s not even from around here. Seoul is far away. The other side of the world. Might as well be a different planet.

“We have this standing Thursday night drinks date here with a few coworkers, but the past couple of weeks I’m the only one to show up. Oh well.” I rub my fingers in along my scalp, loosening my long brown hair from the twists at my neck and easing some of the tension of day. The gin is helping too. “Seems like everyone’s spring time obligations started early this year.”

Lee relaxes in his chair, taking a long sweeping look at me, and I’m suddenly conscious of the way I’m leaning back to stretch my arms thus thrusting out my chest and making a good display of my stomach peeking out from the black merino sweater I chose to wear today.
 

I laugh and lean forward, pulling my shirt down. “I’m a little beat, too.” He nods in response. “Lee, I’m sorry I distracted you from your drink. If you want to be left alone to enjoy some peace, I can mind my own business.”
 

I’m giving him an out. Not every person wants to be social and talk to their neighbor at the bar after a long flight. I’ve traveled enough to know it’s exhausting.

“No, no, not at all, Laura. I know your name now and don’t mind talking especially with a drink in front of me.” He relaxes again, his eyes leaving my body and concentrating on his drink. He takes a sip and gently places it back on the bar, turning the glass once.

Okay, small talk. Where to start? “Are you from Seoul originally?”

“No, I’m from Seattle, but I am Korean, and I have relatives in the country I visit often. Seoul is my home base now, for the last five years.”

“And you’re in town on business?”

He smiles at my question, and I take a sip of my drink. I need to loosen up. I sound like I’m interviewing him.

Change tacks. I smile back and say, “It’s too bad you’re here for such a short stay. The city can be lovely this time of year, but I’m sure Seoul is also hitting spring.”

“It is. Seoul is a little warmer than New York, but not by much. We have just as much snow on the sidewalks. Do you live around here, Laura?”

“No,” I rest my chin on my hand. This long day shattered my body, and now every muscle in my neck and back are relaxing towards bedtime. “I work at HBO which is around the corner on Bryant Park. I live in Chelsea.”

“I love Chelsea. It’s a fun neighborhood.” Lee nods his head and takes another sip before rubbing his tired eyes. He loves Chelsea? Maybe he’s gay? But I’m not and I live there. “It’s changed a lot in the last five or six years.”

“The whole city’s changed a lot in the past ten years. Do you come here often?”

“Hmmm.” He rubs his chin and the shadow forming across his cheek. “About two or three times per year. I’m mostly in Seoul, Shanghai, Tokyo, Bangkok, and several places in India. When I’m in the States, I’m either here or back home in Seattle, sometimes Detroit.”

“Holy shit, that’s a lot of traveling,” I blurt out, and Lee laughs so hard other people at the bar around us turn to stare at him. “I’d love to travel the world like that.”

I would. I would have stayed abroad forever and seen the world before I was forced to come home. That seems so long ago now — a whole other lifetime ago — but I never stopped dreaming about escaping New York to travel again.

“Well, it’s not all fun and games and having drinks at bars with beautiful women,” he says without a hint of irony, the compliment flying straight at me and knocking me in the face. Heat builds up on my neck. I’m thankful my hair is down.

“My work requires a lot of long flights, day-long meetings, expensive hotels with empty bars, and room service without anyone to talk to. At least when I’m back in Seoul, I can see my friends and go out.”

“That’s true.” I lightly clear my throat and drain the rest of my gin and tonic pushing the tall glass away from me. I haven’t had dinner yet, and everything is warm and fuzzy from the alcohol zipping through my bloodstream. “So, you don’t get any time to enjoy the places you go?”

“No, unfortunately not.” His face falls, and his shoulders sag down with it. I don’t know him, but he seems tired and worn out to me except for the few times he’s smiled or laughed. Traveling the world for fun is a lot different from traveling for work. Work demands meetings, long hours, and jumping back on a plane as soon as you’re done. No time, I guess, for exploring the countryside, laying on a beach, or trying all the favorite local hot spots. That’s my kind of traveling, the kind of traveling I did in my early twenties.

“Well, that’s a shame. I’m sorry to hear it.” I check the time. 8:30 already. If I don’t leave soon and get dinner, I’ll be up way too late and my boss, Mary, has an 8am meeting tomorrow she wants me in the office for. But now I feel obligated to Lee somehow. We’re having an easy conversation and he’s alone in the city. Maybe…

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