One Fine Day

"Uh, miss? Did you mean to drop your... undergarment?" Said the voice behind me.

It was a regular Sunday afternoon and I was simply taking a leisurely stroll around the neighborhood. I had just came from shopping at the local grocery shop and soon I planned to make a five course dinner for my family. Whatever did this young man mean? All of my undergarments were where they belonged. Under my clothes of course!

Okay, that might be slightly untrue. Well, the part about it being Sunday was true. I didn't exactly want to say that I was walking that "morning after walk of shame" to my empty apartment, left to think of the man probably still asleep in his bed. Will he even notice that I'm not there?

"I have no idea what you are talking about," I said, not even looking back. Hopefully he will just give up once I keep on walking.

"Well," He was following me. Damn it. "Seeing how it fell from your purse, I can't assume that it's the old man on that step's neon pink bra." 

Busted. My cheeks burned as I slowly turned around to meet the guy holding my unmentionables. I didn't dare look at his face, but his shoes were pretty dang cute. "Oh. Thanks," I mutter. Then, hoping to maybe convince this stranger that I was not a complete slut, I said, " This isn't mine. No it's my sister's." I paused, trying to think quickly. "She uhm, asked me to hold onto it while she, uh, went to the mall." Went to the mall? Went to the mall!? Why did I just say that? I don't have a sister. And why would she give me her bra!? I'm an idiot. Shoot me, please.

I slowly lifted my head to meet his eyes. I've got nothing to lose after all. I could tell he was trying to keep a straight face. Let him laugh, the sooner he deems me a fool, the sooner I can escape all of this and return to my apartment. There I can close all the shades and sulk properly all day until my double shift at the diner starts. Just please, give me the dang bra!

"I see," The man said slowly. "Well I won't detain you any longer. Your sister will be wondering where you are." I hoped he knew he looked like an idiot with that dumb smirk on his face. I felt like slapping it off.

I quickly grabbed the bra out of his hand and stuffed it back into my purse. Oh how I wish I had taken the extra minute to put it on back at ... What was his name again?  Oh why am I doing this now!? Just say something rather than standing there like an idiot in front of this man. Who just happens to have piercing blue eyes and thick brown hair that hangs just right on his forehead... Oh no I spaced out again! SAY.SOMETHING.

"Right well thank you for retreiving this for me. Good day, sir." Good day, sir!? what am I, British? 

The man in front of me smiled even more upon hearing my stupid good-bye. Oh man, I don't think I've ever seen a person's teeth as white as his.

"Anytime, it's a gentlemen's job to pick random unmentionables that young ladies drop on the sidewalk." Oh so he was a comedian too, huh? "By the way, my name's Ian Burns. Yours?"

So now he was trying to make small talk? He must be trying to humiliate me even more. If that were even possible. Well if he wants a show, I'll give him one. "I'm Bertha Bumblebee." There. Happy now?

I could see the wheels turning in Ian's head, but he kept a straight face. "Well, Ms. Bumblebee, it was a pleasure meeting you. Tell your sister that I hope she has a wonderful day." And with that he turned around and continued walking, like none of this had ever happened.

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Hope you guys enjoyed it :)  Next chapter I'm definitely making these guys meet up again, maybe under another funny predicament? Let me know what you think :)