Little Missy

The Meeting

I stare into what seems to be the bluest eyes I've ever seen.
"The name's Dylan. " He says, his accent still catching in my ears making it hard to hear anything else but his voice.
"H-hi," I manage. I don't think I've ever met someone so attractive before. Dylan stands at about 6'3" in a black and grey striped sweater that shows off his very muscular exterior, with washed out dark blue jeans which fit him well and don't sag, along with a tan colored pair of Van's. He looks like one of the preppy kids from a teen high school movie and already I can feel a girlish crush forming for a complete and utter stranger.

"Can I offer you a drink?" I shake my head and decline the offer. I might be old enough to drink but I can't hold my liquor to save my life and this guy doesn't need to know that. Not yet.

"No sorry, I'll be driving back home soon and," I laugh to myself. "alcohol isn't always my freind." He holds the bridge of his nose, making me notice a small lump as the bridge and a very taught jaw line, and shakes his head.

"I appologize. I'm not one to drink either, I just meant in general if I could get you anything to drink. Yes, that's a better wording." He chuckles slightly.

"Then, um, yeah sure. Just a coffee or a Sprite will do." He calls the bartender over and asks for two coffees, one hazelnut and one regular.

"Hazelnut?" I question. He nods in confirmation.

"It's the best coffee you will ever taste. I was hooked from the first sip." He laughs and proceeds to talk, presumably about how he encountered such a drink. "I had just got off of work and I usually come here to get a class of tea or coffee and unwind when this young woman, who I presume to be my age, complimented me on my sweater." Laughing he says, "The one I'm wearing now actually. Anyway, she asked what I would like to drink and I told her coffee so when she came back she handed me my coffee and after I took a sip, I was hooked." He finishes his story and the lady is back with our coffee, regular for me and hazelnut for him. He takes a sip and closes his eyes, smilnig, clearly enjoying the coffee more then I intended.

He opens his eyes again, still smiling and I'm stunned by his electrifyingly blue eyes once more. "Would you like to try some?" He presents his cup in front of me and I reluctantly take it from his slightly chilled hands and take a sip. The coffee runs down my throat and tickles it with a flavor that is so rich and flavorful, a small moan slips through my throat. I giggle a little.

"Pretty good, right?" he looks into my eyes causing my words to get backed up in my throat.

I smile at him. "Yeah it is." I look at my phone to check the time. It's 10:36 pm. "Shit," I mumble.

"What's wrong?" he asks.

"It's getting late and I still have yet to unpack everything at my new apartment." He slowly nods.

"Well I could help you with it if you'd like. It'd be faster with an extra set of hands." I look at him and I give in. 

"Alright. I'll let you help me." He smiles and grabs his keys. 

"I'll follow you." he says. I almost say okay, but I forgot how I got here and I don't know the way to my place from here. 

"I needed directions here and I don't know how to get to my place." I explain. He laughs, presumably at me, and say's, "Show me the address". I pull my phone out, unlock it, and pull up my notes. I find the notes with my address on it and show him. He nods. 

"Those places are rather small. I hope you don't have much to bring in." I bite the inside of my cheek. I didn't think it looked that small when I looked at it a month ago with the realtor. He smiles and laughs. "You're screwed,". He stands as do I. He takes my hand and leads me out to my truck, his car just a few vehicles down from mine. 

We both pull out of the parking lot and I follow close behind him to my apartment.