The Night We Met

Part Twelve

I'm standing outside of my apartment in my blue dress and white heels, my brown hair down. It's a beautiful evening, as the sun is really slowly going down and the birds are flying over my head. I also decided to put on my favorite jewellery set - gold earrings with a blue teardrop and with a matching necklace. The ones that my grandma passed on to my mom, and then she passed them on to me. It's believed, once you find your true love, the earrings have done their job and you have to give them to a woman member of the family.

I cross my ankles and lean into the wall, checking my watch one last time.

18:59

I blow out a steady breath, nervous butterflies crawling up my stomach. I find myself scratching my cuticle again, and this time I can't make myself stop, because it's the only thing that takes away my stress a little.

Instead of checking the time again, I start people watching. Me and my mom used to do this before any stressful event she had to attend. She was a public speaker, but with anxiety and a slight stage fever. Both things I've got in my inheritance of her so far, besides the brown hair and blue eyes.

My eyes land on the street in front. An old lady is crossing the street the same time as a biker rides past her. In Germany, I often see cyclists and runners, and I always try to guess how long the person's been running for. He looks a little red, so I'd give him solid thirty minutes of running. People here have the gift of not looking like a tomato after ten minute run, unlike some of us. Khm, me.

As he shoots by, a black limo stops near the street. I wonder who's the lucky one in it.

The door swings open, and a tall man in beige polo shirt and matching beige shorts, waves at me to come over. It's a little windy, but his curly hairs don't even move an inch. He just stands there, looking like an absolute king without even trying.

Oh God.

His outfit just does things for me, his style is just mesmerizing. He never fails to deliver with the outfits. And I can't take my eyes off of him, as much as I try, though.

I smile, real big, as I walk closer to the limo, my heels leaving a clipping sound on the street.

''Hey.'' He says, as his eyes travel over my dress and body. My cheeks turn red, as I walk the last few steps before facing the most handsome face of all.

''Hi,'' I say, as he steps out of the car and opens the door wider, letting me know that this is our drive for the night.

I get in, and slide into the black seat. The whole limo is dark, and it has a skylight that gives the vibe of a night under the stars. Just like I like it - a dark night and star watching under a clear sky. Except he doesn't know that, and it's just a coincidence. While I admire the limo, Jacob gets into the car and fastens his seat belt. He chose the seat right in front of me.

''You look so beautiful tonight, I almost lost my breath when I saw you.'' He gives me the most beautiful smile I have ever seen.

OH. MY. GOD.

I want to open the door of the limo and jump out and run a thousand miles, because that's the amount of fuel his comment gave to my body and energy.

If I'd be watching a movie, I'd be giggling at myself for this. And I almost do. But, since I'm not, the best I come up with is thanking him, ''Thank you. If I might say, this outfit brings out your...everything,''

He chuckles, as I smile at him. ''Why, thanks.''

''So,'' I clap my hands together, ''which restaurant have you planned for this evening?''

Jacob looks up at me, with a brow arched, ''I thought you were gonna do that,''

I stare blankly at him. When did I miss that????

Then, he laughs, but like a really sweet laugh, ''You should've seen your face!''

I blow out a breath, and a laugh slips out of me too. A relieved laugh.

''Fair to say, I don't know much about you to pick a totally new restaurant, but I've got the catch you like pizzas and spicy dishes,'' Jacob says. ''So I tried my best to find a place of both. How does that sound?"

''Really appealing.'' I say,