Just Like That: Part One

I’ve always found that the kinds of people you meet in places you don’t belong are the best kind of people, and she was no exception. I found myself that lonely Thursday evening at a ritzy environmental awareness charity event in downtown New York City; the kind of event where rich people come to throw their money at charities to make themselves feel less bad about their wealth. I didn’t belong. I contributed a grand total of 50 dollars, whereas the rich around me were throwing around thousands.
You may be asking at this point why I was there, if I didn’t belong. I must say, the rich and fabulous are my kind of people. High-class society was always a desire of mine, but I just didn’t have the bankroll to support it. I did the best where I could, but I was just gilded: apparently rich, but just middle class. I was honestly there because I love to dress up and mingle with the rich and famous.
I was wearing a black suit with a white shirt, black bowtie, and gold pen in my pocket. I fit in all right, but I still didn’t feel entirely comfortable due to my lowly economic status. I quickly realized, however, that I wasn’t the most uncomfortable looking person there. I first noticed her because of her short, cobalt cocktail dress. It was classy, but not too elegant. It was perfect for my tastes. Most of the females there were wearing sparkling dresses that screamed, “Stare at my big breasts.”
Not this girl, however. She was dressed modestly, but beautifully. She had her back to me. She seemed to be in a vehement conversation with a portly old man, judging by her hand motions. That’s when I noticed her hair. It was shoulder length, and the most stunning red color I have ever seen. Not natural red, but a fire truck red. It made beautiful contrast with her cobalt dress.
Suddenly, she turned around and stormed off in a flurry of movement. I caught a moment of eye contact with her, and that’s when I lost my breath. Her eyes were the most beautiful emerald green I had ever seen in my life. She broke the contact and stormed out of the building. Without even thinking, I found myself following her out the door.
She was awkwardly shuffling about on the busy sidewalk, seemingly looking for a cab. Without thinking, I found myself approaching her. “Is there something wrong, Miss?” I asked innocently.
She turned around, surprised by my presence. “Umm… I’m just looking for a cab,” she muttered hastily.
“I’m just on my way home. I would be happy to give you a ride,” I offered confidently.
She eyed me suspiciously. Her gorgeous eyes narrowed at me. “Why, so you can rape me and dump me in the woods?” She asked accusingly.
I couldn’t help but chuckle.