Runaway With Me

THE HANKY

--GIBSON--

Woah, that chick had guts, I got a dose of my own medicine if you ask me. But I can't blame her, she got the looks that guys would kill for, her slender build (not that I was checking her out), her long sexy legs that says "touch me all over" (well she was wearing shorts that were damned to be called shorts) and from the looks of it, I could see through her shirt that she had a nice rack.

Okay, I was totally checking her out. What can I say? A man gotta do what a man gotta do.

But what totally got me mesmerized were her eyes. She was seated near the window where the light hit her face. The colors ash grey and green were dancing around her eyes, her long lashes that fanned her rose like colored cheeks whenever she blinked, her hair pulled back to a sleek ponytail that gave way more to her eyes, lush kissable lips and the sexy curve on her neck.

Man, I wanted to smell her. Geez, what am I? A dog?

Looking at her was the best eyegasm I had ever experienced. I was pulled back into reality when redhead girl, what was her name again rachel? maria? toni? umhmm...

"Yes, sweet cake?" I asked, damn I forgot her name or did I even ask for it.

"I was just asking you what's wrong. You're not listening to me anymore." She said with pouty lips that made her look like a duck.

"I'm just tired sweet cake." I faked a yawn.

"Well, we haven't been on the bed yet you sleeping on me?" She asks.

"Oh no, I'm not." I shaked my head to wipe away the day dream I had with blondie... uhmm blondie...

"I'll just pay the bill, wait here." I said as I quickly made my way to the counter. I went to the cashier to ask for my bill.

While waiting, my attention was caught by the noise the tv was emitting. On the screen was a newscaster and at the side was a picture of a man in his fifties.

"Multi-billionaire, Richard Cortman, says his daughter, Bettina Cortman, went to an exclusive island for a vacation and that she isn't running away from the wedding ceremony with Mike Twinning, the son of a multi-billionaire, Jackson Twinning. He says he lets his daughter enjoy herself ..." My attention was caught by the sudden out burst of the cashier.

I paid the bill and went back to the table while "sweet cake" (geez I really need to get this girl's name) was fumbling with her phone. She snapped it close and faced me with a seductive smile.

"Let's go good lookin', sweet cake can't wait anymore." She stood up and pulled me towards the door.

As we passed by where "blondie" was seated, a pink fabric caught my eye. It was a handkerchief. I guessed it belonged to her so I took it and put it on my pocket.
Because maybe, just maybe, what were the chances to meet that chick again?