A few hours later, I step out of my cab wearing a tight black dress with a sweetheart neckline, showing off my delicate curves. Down my body, cleanly shaved legs, down to a pair of nude shimmery heels. My blonde hair fell loosely around my shoulders and I didn’t waste time with lots of make up or jewelry. Subtle eyeliner and full lashes framing my doe baby blues.
I walk inside and order just a water, I observing the crowd and leaning against the cocktail tables, feeling much taller than my usual 5’2″ self in my heels! I happen to notice numerous very attractive, seemingly single men across the room that I mentally remind myself to keep tabs on. Then I happen to notice you.
My eyes are immediately drawn to your guarded aura. You don’t seem pleased to be here either with your head tipped downward, stiff shoulders, and hands dug in your pockets. I study you casually, but closely. Dark hair combed to perfection with the perfect amount of pomade, what looks like deep green eyes framed with thick lashes, and a wonderfully sharp jawline splashed with a few day’s stubble. Guesstimating, I assume you’re around 6’2″ and dressed very nicely with a green tie that suits your complexion.
Just as I begin to wander from my consciously aware self, your eyes look up directly at mine.
No smile, no smirk. Just a blank stare. I immediately break the line of untranslatable communication, staring at the table. I try to sip the cool water in my now lightly trembling hands to cool my now reddened cheeks, coming up with no help. I take a sharp breath in and smooth out my still smooth dress, then turn quickly to stalk off to the restrooms down a dark hall.
As I walk, I begin to realize I probably chose the wrong dark hallway, slowing to an unsure, slow pace. Only then do I realize there’s the muffled click of dress shoes on the floor behind me. I whip around quickly to see you standing almost directly behind me, eyes now gleaming as I realize they are indeed a sea of green.
Shocked, I stumble backwards, and your expression softens. You extend a gentle hand, “My name is Darren. I couldn’t help but notice you seemed a bit lost, apologies if I’ve startled you.”
At the sound of your confusingly comforting voice, I visibly relax, shaking your large hand, “Ann.