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couldn’t resist. My filter had
vanished after my second glass of wine.
He
stopped mid-bite, and looked up at me.
“Yeah,”
he replied.
“I
thought I saw you,” I said. “I was there with LaLa and her new boyfriend,
Demarius. Well, I don’t know if they’re dating. They’re together twenty-four
seven, so it seems that way.”
“Ah,
I see,” he said as he resumed eating.
“Did
you see me?” I asked. I knew I should’ve stopped while I was ahead. He probably
thought I was trying to pick a fight.
“I
don’t think so,” he said. I could tell he was lying, but I knew better than to
say anything. It didn’t matter. We were there on a date now. I’d said what I
wanted to say.
“So
how was work this week?” I asked, changing the subject. “I can definitely tell
wedding season is upon us at my job. My inbox has been flooded with engagement
and wedding announcements all week.”
“Same
old,” he said. “Hunting the bad guys and putting them right where they belong.”
“Your
job must be so interesting,” I said as I gazed across the table at his gorgeous
face. “Something different every day.”
“You’d
be surprised at how mundane it can get,” he said. “And when you just can’t
crack a case… days like that suck. But the days when we find the perp, nothing
compares to that.”
“Well,
I’m still fascinated by what you do,” I said. “It’s a tough gig. Nothing fluffy
like what I do.”
He
chuckled. “Well, if you want to put it that way, sure. It’s not fluffy at all.”
We
finished our meals and he paid the tab. We exited Lessandro’s to find the night
air to be unusually warm for February.
“Early
spring this year?” I asked. “It’s so nice out.”
The
sky was crystal clear and lit with a billion twinkling stars. The night
couldn’t have been any more perfect than it already was. I hoped and prayed he
wouldn’t just take me straight home. I didn’t want our time together to end any
earlier than it had to.
“Want
to walk for a bit?” he asked.
I
remembered my painfully beautiful, yet perfect shoes that I just had to wear
that night.
“Sure,”
I said. When it came down to ending the night early or mending swollen,
blistered feet the next day, I chose the latter.
We
strolled leisurely up and down the street that housed Lessandro’s and a myriad
of other mom and pop shops . The streets were almost
vacant aside from a few other young couples who knew
about that hidden gem of a neighborhood. At times it was just us and no one else. It was like we had the whole world to
ourselves.
He
grabbed my hand about halfway into our walk and he pulled me closer. His hands
were soft, not calloused like most guys’ hands. The second I moved closer into
his space, I could smell the cologne radiating off his warm body. It was
different from the time before, and I never wanted to forget that scent.
“We
should probably head out,” he said as he looked at his watch a short time
later. “I’ve had a long week and I am beat.”
“Yeah,”
I said as I tried to hide the insane amount of disappointment coursing through
me. “Me too.”
I
wasn’t tired at all. I was wide awake . I wanted to
hang out with him all night. But I had to play it cool.
He
dropped me off at my apartment and walked me to my door like the old-fashioned
gentleman he had shown himself to be.
Standing
at my door, he locked his chocolate brown eyes onto mine and leaned in for a
peck on the lips. It was the sweetest, most innocent kiss I’d ever received.
“I’d
like to see you again,” he said.
“Me
too,” I replied with a smile. I decided to leave it at that.
I
slipped my key into the door and entered my quiet apartment. The second I shut
it behind me, I spun around to watch him through the peephole, but he was
already gone. I lingered for a bit, hoping that
vanished after my second glass of wine.
He
stopped mid-bite, and looked up at me.
“Yeah,”
he replied.
“I
thought I saw you,” I said. “I was there with LaLa and her new boyfriend,
Demarius. Well, I don’t know if they’re dating. They’re together twenty-four
seven, so it seems that way.”
“Ah,
I see,” he said as he resumed eating.
“Did
you see me?” I asked. I knew I should’ve stopped while I was ahead. He probably
thought I was trying to pick a fight.
“I
don’t think so,” he said. I could tell he was lying, but I knew better than to
say anything. It didn’t matter. We were there on a date now. I’d said what I
wanted to say.
“So
how was work this week?” I asked, changing the subject. “I can definitely tell
wedding season is upon us at my job. My inbox has been flooded with engagement
and wedding announcements all week.”
“Same
old,” he said. “Hunting the bad guys and putting them right where they belong.”
“Your
job must be so interesting,” I said as I gazed across the table at his gorgeous
face. “Something different every day.”
“You’d
be surprised at how mundane it can get,” he said. “And when you just can’t
crack a case… days like that suck. But the days when we find the perp, nothing
compares to that.”
“Well,
I’m still fascinated by what you do,” I said. “It’s a tough gig. Nothing fluffy
like what I do.”
He
chuckled. “Well, if you want to put it that way, sure. It’s not fluffy at all.”
We
finished our meals and he paid the tab. We exited Lessandro’s to find the night
air to be unusually warm for February.
“Early
spring this year?” I asked. “It’s so nice out.”
The
sky was crystal clear and lit with a billion twinkling stars. The night
couldn’t have been any more perfect than it already was. I hoped and prayed he
wouldn’t just take me straight home. I didn’t want our time together to end any
earlier than it had to.
“Want
to walk for a bit?” he asked.
I
remembered my painfully beautiful, yet perfect shoes that I just had to wear
that night.
“Sure,”
I said. When it came down to ending the night early or mending swollen,
blistered feet the next day, I chose the latter.
We
strolled leisurely up and down the street that housed Lessandro’s and a myriad
of other mom and pop shops . The streets were almost
vacant aside from a few other young couples who knew
about that hidden gem of a neighborhood. At times it was just us and no one else. It was like we had the whole world to
ourselves.
He
grabbed my hand about halfway into our walk and he pulled me closer. His hands
were soft, not calloused like most guys’ hands. The second I moved closer into
his space, I could smell the cologne radiating off his warm body. It was
different from the time before, and I never wanted to forget that scent.
“We
should probably head out,” he said as he looked at his watch a short time
later. “I’ve had a long week and I am beat.”
“Yeah,”
I said as I tried to hide the insane amount of disappointment coursing through
me. “Me too.”
I
wasn’t tired at all. I was wide awake . I wanted to
hang out with him all night. But I had to play it cool.
He
dropped me off at my apartment and walked me to my door like the old-fashioned
gentleman he had shown himself to be.
Standing
at my door, he locked his chocolate brown eyes onto mine and leaned in for a
peck on the lips. It was the sweetest, most innocent kiss I’d ever received.
“I’d
like to see you again,” he said.
“Me
too,” I replied with a smile. I decided to leave it at that.
I
slipped my key into the door and entered my quiet apartment. The second I shut
it behind me, I spun around to watch him through the peephole, but he was
already gone. I lingered for a bit, hoping that
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