Her one-night-stand.

Part 1.

She was grocery shopping. Absentmindedly squeezing an avocado, thoughts all over the place but not the fruit and vegetable section. Picking the right avocado took forever. Not because she couldn't find the right one, but because her mind was not in place. Her pale face and tired eyes, oversized clothes drowning her skinny frame making her look fragile. Finally picking her chosen avocado, she turned to the mangos. The same painstakingly process over again. Picking the right one took forever. She didn't notice it, but a man, a handsome man, was observing her. He was going to buy some bread, but the woman caught his attention.

She was still fumbling over the mangos; small squeezes didn't help her. When she put one in her shopping basket, she turned around looking blindly at what he believed to be the ginger. After what seemed to be ages, she moved from the fruits, and walked off down the aisle. He picked a bread, and walked behind her, silently observing her shopping. Crackers, sugar, box of milk, eggs, and some chicken thighs. It was a little out of the ordinary. Her shopping more distracted than before. It didn't add up in his mind. The groceries didn't make a meal. She usually bought a meal...

It wasn't like he was stalking her. He just noticed her one day shopping, and he found her interesting. She was tall, slim, and quite pretty. Younger than him by 7 or 8 years he believed. She had this pretty, long, curly hair, often in a bun, but occasionally loose over her shoulders. Beautiful hands, and the most kissable mouth he had ever seen; full, red, perfectly heart shaped lips. After a while he discovered a pattern. She was shopping for groceries at almost the same time every day. And it so happened to be the same time he was shopping. They met over fruits, meat, or cheese, and finally one day their eyes met. Gorgeous grey eyes met his black ones. Her lips formed a small smile, accompanied by a light nod before she went away. After that, they smiled at each other every time they met. They even shared a few polite words over ripe pomelos one day. But this last week she has been absent, and today showing up pale, skinny and fragile, he felt slightly worried. She didn't even say hi or smile and nod. It was out of her character. He watched her paying, packing her food, and leave the shop. Still walking behind her, he saw her putting the bags in her car and drive away.

Another few days went without her shopping, and again he felt a slight worry. It was Friday afternoon, and he was shopping for beer and snacks. He was going to have a few friends over to watch a game, and probably going out afterwards. He enjoyed the evening a lot, good game, good friends, a bit of flirting on the way to the club. Dancing and drinking having a genuinely good time, his thoughts still lingered on the pale face of the woman from the shop. On his way from the washroom, he saw a female in the bar. Something about the curly long hair over her shoulders, made him go nearer. He leaned on the bar pretending to buy a drink, and at the same time looking at the woman beside him. It was her...

His friends watched in surprise. As long as they had been friends, he never picked up a girl like this. A couple of his female friends felt slightly jealous, he was a catch, and it looked like that catch was being picked up by some random young pretty girl. They saw the man leaving the club, trailing behind the slightly wobbly girl.

The woman woke up. Her head paining, a bit nauseous and over all unwell. A pleasant smell of faint male perfume hit her nose when she buried her head in the pillow. The smell wasn't familiar, and she spun around in the bed opening her eyes while wincing. The room was unknown. She looked at herself, panties still on in a big white t-shirt, most definitely not hers.

"Morning" a soft voice made her turn her head. Beside her in the big bed laid a beautiful man. Big black eyes, dark brown hair, toned chest and arms. She widened her eyes when she recognised the guy from the grocery store. "Hi", her voice small and faint. Embarrassment written all over her face. "We didn't do anything" he stated calmly, small smile on his face, "I'm sorry I took of your dress, but it looked a bit uncomfortable to sleep in, so I put you in one of my shirts". She looked down on herself, bra all gone. Her eyes met his again. "Well, I'm sorry about that, you know you told me it was giving you an itch..." it was his turn to be embarrassed. For a minute she didn't know if she should be angry or just laugh, but in the end, she chose to laugh. First like a giggle, and then a big hearty laugh. He watched her, and she could tell he was feeling a little bit better when she laughed it off. "Painkiller and water on the nightstand" he pointed beside her, "Coffee?" "Yes please!" she reached for the painkillers, looking at the man slipping out from the sheets. "Milk, sugar or black?" he asked walking to the door. "Milk please", her eyes glued to the disappearing guy in grey sweat short. She had been so off, so heartbroken for the last three weeks, waking up in this guy's bed doing something so out of character for her, made her feel better. A hope of healing reached her hungover brain.