Chapter 2 - 2 - life changing pizza order (part 2)

"So, care to tell me a bit about you?" Patrick inquired.

"What is there to know? I'm just a poor girl living in a poor home." Eileen replied.

"A mind is as poor as one perceives, Eileen." the gentleman wisely said, "I can see you're a hard worker judging by all the stains on your uniform."

His words caused her to gaze down in embarrassment, "It's the job, working at McDonalds sucks. Fry oil gets everywhere."

"Yeah, but if you didn't do your job, those stains wouldn't be there. I can see a burn scar on the top of your right hand." he pointed out.

Eileen instinctual covered the scar, "I guess you're right, the reason why work there to keep the electricity on, and our home, and the water..."


The driver glanced at her briefly with sympathetic eyes, "It had seemed like your life has been plagued with misfortune then. Do you mind telling me more?"

"Why would you care? You're probably a millionaire! I'm just a pheasant, grinding my life away...." the girl bit back in frustration.

"Eileen, recollect what's happened in your life..." he humbly spoke, "...and what's just happened to you. You believe your life is unfair, and to that, I agree. But at the same time, things can swing the other direction. Yes, I'm a millionaire, but out chance encounter could steer you away from what you're life has become."

The ginger then raised her voice, "Then tell me, why are you even talking to me... if you believe in fate-mumbo-jumbo, then explain to me why you're going out of your way to help me!"

Patrick sighed, "To be honest, it's my personality to help those who can't help themselves. I saw you struggling to pay the pizza, and I stepped in. Then your car broke down, and offered to assist with that as well. Madame, being generous in life will lead to greater things in the future. Right now I'm extending myself to help you... and I don't ask for anything in return, even if you decide to step out of the car and don't look back."

Eileen remained quiet, pondering at his words, "Then... what's going on in my life... all this crap...then you show up, rescuing me like an angel. Perhaps meeting you is a chance at changing my life..."

"Now that's the way to think. Despite what I said about fate, you're ultimately in the driver's seat. We're almost to your home." he turned onto Farrow Street, stopping at the mailbox with 89.
"Go. Deliver your pizza." he ordered, letting her go.

Eileen stepped out, walked two steps, and turned around, "....are-are you staying here?" she curiously asked.

"Deliver the pizza, and come back. The sun is setting, but our day doesn't have to end here." he politely voiced. "If it makes you comfortable, I'll wait for you to shower and switch clothes. If you do change your mind, then step outside and wave goodbye."

"Okay...." the elder teen nodded, and headed inside her home.

"About time you showed up!" her father displeasingly yelped, as he was handed the pizza. "My card!"

Eileen remained quiet, she knew things would get better from here if composed. The young lady extracted her father's card, and gave it him. "Here. I'm heading out this evening. Enjoy your pizza." walking away from the egotistical parent.
She slammed the door, breathing rapidly as she was on edge to blow up. Through the window, Patrick's car glimmered, giving hope to her. Grabbing a fresh set of clothes and towel, she moved to the shower, hoping to wash the filth away.

Stepping out, she felt baptized, born again with fresh threads against her clean body. Picking up her cellphone, keys, and wallet, she snuck out of her home, moving quickly to the Tesla. She waved with excitement, causing Patrick to jettison the car forward, causing Eileen to scream in panic.

"Just having a laugh!" the driver lowered the passenger window, "Door's unlocked, come on in."

With that, Eileen slid inside, "Where to then, mister rich dude? Your mansion?"

"Mansion? A place like that is so, unnecessary, though we are heading off to my home."

"Okay, is your home big?"

"Big? It's just enough to make it happy. If we need to expand, there's always that option."

"We? You married?"

"Soon to be, madame, soon to be. You'll get to meet the love of my life soon... in just fifteen minutes, according to the GPS." Patrick accelerated the car out. The two acquaintances spoke about each others' lives during the short drive, with Eileen learning what Patrick's career is, and him learning what her father was.

"....so, you're an professional advisor?" the nineteen year old questioned as the vehicle turned into a road surrounded by forest.

"Why yes, do you know of a famous woman named Nayami? The one who's story went public last year?"

Eileen recognized the name immediately, "Yeah! She's the woman who used her father's company to create the 'Dream Vision Foundation'! I've always wanted to see their headquarters in Japan it's like a amusement park itself!"

"I am her personal advisor, and speak to her almost daily about the foundation."

"No way! Could...could there be a chance I could meet her?"

"Maybe. If fate allows it."

Eileen swooned at the thought, as she recalled all the miracles and viral videos she watched on youtube of Nayami, "It would be my dream..." she said, as the car pulled to a log-cabin like two story home. "This...this is your home?" the girl said in surprise, "It's small..."

"Oh, don't let looks deceive you." he pressed the garage door opener. A ramp leading underground appeared, with the car driving down it immediately.

"Whoa!" she blurted, moving into the large garage, and witnessing several unique vehicles. One caught her attention, a box truck. "What's that big boxy truck for?"

"Well, that was used when we moved down from Florida, and since you're wondering, the small car is my fiancee's, and the other two are my extra cars, a vintage Ford Thunderbird, and well, a regular pick up truck." he explained, parking the car in a empty spot.

"So now what?" Eileen questioned, unbuckling her seatbelt.

"My love must be quite famished, let's go and have dinner. You're welcome to join us." the gentleman opened the car door, and stepped out. The redhead followed suit, following him to the back of the vehicle.

"A warmer? For all the pizza?" Eileen said in surprise.

"Of course, my woman is very hungry, and prefers to order out sometimes. It's just a way we could have the freshest food possible." Patrick answered.

"Why not have someone else do the work?"

"I like to do things personally, and well, it's a hassle getting people to come here. Come, madame, we'll take the stairs and meet my soon to be wife."

The well dressed man picked up the pizzas and led the young woman to the end of the garage and up the staircase, entering a large central living room chamber with a full kitchen, entertainment area, and dining area in one.
"Wow... this place is bigger in the inside than the outside!" Eileen stated, stepping onto the hardwood floors.

"Yes, as you saw we have a elevator too. Everything is in one large room. But see those notches along the wall?" he pointed.

"Yeah?"

"Tho se are room dividers, with a click of a button, this room can be divided up for privacy's sake."

The ginger noticed the large doors in the perimeter, "Why the wide and large door? Where do they lead?"

"Well, me and my fiancee prefer large doors, as you see, I am a large person. Over there is the bathroom, and the other doors and halls lead to the other half of the home where there are extra bedrooms, stairs and all the lot."

"This place is a mansion! You lied!" Eileen playfully jokes.

Patrick laughed, "It's not what it seems, madame, like I said. Now, have a seat at the table, I'll summon Ava for dinner...once I set the table up." She watched him as he placed the pizzas on the rectangular oak table, and removed the end chair sliding it aside. Eileen walked to one of the chairs, curious at its' design. Taking a seat, she noticed the almost bench like wideness, with a hybrid of metal and wood supports, the latter only for decorative purposes.

"Mr. Patrick, what's with all the large everything here?" Eileen queried.

"Well, madame Eileen, like I said before, we're big people, and we desire big things. Isn't that not a good explanation?" he replied, placing three plates on three spots, grabbing multiple two liters of soda, and glasses to accompany them.

"Is it just going to be the three of us? For all this pizza!?" Eileen blabbered.

"Of course. Big people have big appetites, there might be leftovers, and if that's the case, I'll send them off with you."

The young woman gulped, as hunger started to seep into her psyche, "The pizza does look good... Johnny's Slice is best in town for a reason..."

"Don't worry, almost done. Just a few more touches and I'll get Ava down. What's your preferred beverage?"

"Water, please." Eileen answered.

"Water? Very well, of all the drinks we have, you choose the humble option."

"Well, it's the only thing I could really afford... my dad uses the money on alcohol and crap... hell eating pizza like this is a luxury in itself for me."

"Well, I'm going to pour you some cola. You deserve it." Patrick poured the cold beverage into a glass, placing it in front of her. "Silverware?"

"Please."

With that, the gentleman placed a restaurant like roll of dining utensils, "I ask because we eat pizzas with our hands." he added. Once finished setting up, Patrick stepped away from the room, and headed upstairs, leaving Eileen alone for some time.

With the silence, she looked around at her surroundings, breathing in the aromatic smells of pizza. The redhead still was skeptical why piece of furniture was supersized, as if a giant lived in the home itself. "Patrick seems to be pulling that 'big person' excuse out of his ass..." she thought. The elevator activation caught Eileen's attention, giving the inclination of impending arrival.