One day before the awkward hug Christian heard from her. Not the hugger, but HER. She was going to be the one. She was the one that had made his heart skip beats, ache, want, and ultimately break into pieces when she left him. To be fair to HER, Christian was not long term material when they had first met and started dating. In fact, in retrospect, he probably would have been better off, they would have been better off if they didn't date so soon after meeting.
It was impossible to keep him from HER though. He first saw HER as she was busy making her way through a tightly packed Italian restaurant. He was eating with friends, all of whom somehow blended into the murals on the walls almost immediately after HER arrival on the scene. She was Asian, he guessed Chinese, and wore her hair short - especially on the sides. The walls that his friends had blended into were dark red and tan, and told the stories of Italian Generals and politicians. The clothes she wore were black, and did not blend in to anything. He was pretending to listen to a story about life in a cubicle from one or other of his current companions as he watched HER scan the small main dining room, find her friends (at this point Christian noted that her friends looked far more European than his own) and seemingly glide over to them without having to walk at all.
"Was she floating on something?" is what he wondered, somewhat ridiculously. Of course she wasn't. Of course he was just caught up in the moment, imagining the ways he could possibly meet this siren who was not even trying to lure him in, but managed to do so anyway. She sat with three other people. In order from left to right - A silly looking dude with an actual beret on a mop of blonde hair and skinny jeans that made him look like he belonged in a zoo for failed hipsters more than in the presence of HER. A black woman with large breasts and a larger smile that wouldn't stop as she raised each finger one by one, as though she was counting up to something for the benefit of the table. A sullen looking white male, clean shaven with brown hair styled to look it it wasn't styled, wearing a metal choker and checking his phone. He hardly noticed when she sat down and put HER hand on his leg.
This was devastating to Christian. Him? HER? Of course he considered himself superior to other mortals, and had already been planning the first few dates with HER as she sat down and the sullen white male continued to check his phone. How could this person not even acknowledge this creature sitting next to him? What kind of world would it be if she ended up with sullen phone-checker? Where was th-
"Christian!?" Someone at his table apparently didn't care about what was going on over on the other side of the room. That someone was John LaCada. He had unblended himself from the walls and was demanding Christian be somewhat accountable.
"What's up dude,"Christian responded as though he had just come in from the ocean carrying a surfboard. "What're we talking about again?"
He stole another glance at HER and amazingly she stole the same glance at HIM. This was when his heart stopped for the first time.
It was impossible to keep him from HER though. He first saw HER as she was busy making her way through a tightly packed Italian restaurant. He was eating with friends, all of whom somehow blended into the murals on the walls almost immediately after HER arrival on the scene. She was Asian, he guessed Chinese, and wore her hair short - especially on the sides. The walls that his friends had blended into were dark red and tan, and told the stories of Italian Generals and politicians. The clothes she wore were black, and did not blend in to anything. He was pretending to listen to a story about life in a cubicle from one or other of his current companions as he watched HER scan the small main dining room, find her friends (at this point Christian noted that her friends looked far more European than his own) and seemingly glide over to them without having to walk at all.
"Was she floating on something?" is what he wondered, somewhat ridiculously. Of course she wasn't. Of course he was just caught up in the moment, imagining the ways he could possibly meet this siren who was not even trying to lure him in, but managed to do so anyway. She sat with three other people. In order from left to right - A silly looking dude with an actual beret on a mop of blonde hair and skinny jeans that made him look like he belonged in a zoo for failed hipsters more than in the presence of HER. A black woman with large breasts and a larger smile that wouldn't stop as she raised each finger one by one, as though she was counting up to something for the benefit of the table. A sullen looking white male, clean shaven with brown hair styled to look it it wasn't styled, wearing a metal choker and checking his phone. He hardly noticed when she sat down and put HER hand on his leg.
This was devastating to Christian. Him? HER? Of course he considered himself superior to other mortals, and had already been planning the first few dates with HER as she sat down and the sullen white male continued to check his phone. How could this person not even acknowledge this creature sitting next to him? What kind of world would it be if she ended up with sullen phone-checker? Where was th-
"Christian!?" Someone at his table apparently didn't care about what was going on over on the other side of the room. That someone was John LaCada. He had unblended himself from the walls and was demanding Christian be somewhat accountable.
"What's up dude,"Christian responded as though he had just come in from the ocean carrying a surfboard. "What're we talking about again?"
He stole another glance at HER and amazingly she stole the same glance at HIM. This was when his heart stopped for the first time.
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