*Oh great, now he's giving her his phone number. This has got to be the worst day of my life. I was so close, and I missed my chance. Damn, this is bad, it's really bad.*
Keeping her eyes on him, Kendra watched as he handed the pen and pad of paper back to the lady. Then he turned around and walked back over toward her. The woman at the other table watched as he walked away from her, and Kendra noticed that the look on her face was one of sadness. She was obviously very sorry to see him leave.
Kendra turned her head quickly, trying to pretend as if she hadn't been looking. She faked sipped frappé , but it had gotten hot long ago. As Nashoba got to her table, he placed a sheet of paper on it. Looking down at it, she saw that his phone number was scribbled upon it.
Her heart skipped at the sight of it. She had been so sure that he was asking that lady for her phone number, when really he had just gone over there to get a sheet of paper and to borrow a pen. So she hadn't fucked up her chances. She struggled to play it cool on the outside, but on the inside she was celebrating
"I was hoping you would give me your phone number, but when you didn't, I realized I had to be the one to give you mine. So, here it is. Call or text me sometime I left my phone at home."
He smiled his perfect smile, and she felt herself grow weak in the knees at the sight of it.
"Okay."
"Looking forward to it. But now, I really gotta go." He held his palm out to her, and she placed her hand into it.
Nashoba bent his head down to place a kiss on her hand. As he did it, his hair fell forward and a few silky strands brushed against her skin. Her heart fluttered in response, and she found herself feeling as if she belonged between the pages of a romance novel. Was this real life? No man had ever kissed her on the hand before. She didn't even think men did that , it's 2015. Okay, so not only was he gorgeous, but he was also a complete gentleman. How could he possibly be single?
Nashoba ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back over his shoulders. "Well i'm gone. It was nice meeting you and I'll be waiting on that phone call." He gave her one last stare, then headed for the door.
"Bye, nice to meet you, too." She turned her head to watch him as he left.
His long hair blew in the wind as he walked across the street. The man could definitely be a model. As her eyes followed him Kendra realized she hadn't ever seen a man as beautiful Nashoba . Not only was he gorgeous but masculine and a gentleman too. How the hell did she get so lucky? Kendra watched as he got into his truck and pulled away. She pinched herself because this had to be a dream.
Two days had passed and Kendra still couldn't get Nashoba off her mind. That smile, his dark eyes, and that gorgeous hair were all burned in her memory. Whenever she thought about him she got chills .
Since she had a job which allowed her to work from home, Kendra always spent her Monday's at home, so she put on a pair of fitted, black yoga pants and a blue tank top.
It was now half past noon, which meant she was due for a break, so she went into the kitchen to fix a cup of tea. While she was waiting for the water to boil she eyed the slip of paper on the counter that had Nashoba's phone number on it.
She wanted to call him the first day they met but hadn't wanted to come off as thirsty , so she decided not to call him. Two days has passed since they met at Starbucks and she still hadn't found the courage to call him yet. The truth was that she was too shy. She always had trouble making conversation, and the last thing she wanted to do was bore him, but she also didn't want him to think that she wasn't interested.
Kendra picked the slip of paper up and went over to her cell, to call him. As she listened to the other end of the line ring, she began to doubt herself. What if she didn't know what to say to him ? She hated those awkward silences. They always caused her to freak out.
When the phone got to the third ring, she hung up. She had to overcome her shyness. It would only ruin things for her and if she didn't call him then they could never get together. She thought it over for a few more minutes and then made the decision to call after she drank her tea. Maybe it would help to settle her nerves and allow her to get some courage.
*Yeah, sure. And then you'll bitch out again, right?*
She ignored the voice and made the tea. Then she headed out to the porch. It was sunny outside
, a perfect day for porch sitting. Sitting down in a rocking chair, she leaned back and closed her eyes, listening to the melody of wind chimes ring.
Her eyes had only been closed a few moments when there came a sound from inside of the house. Realizing it was the back door banging closed, Kendra eyes flew open, and she ran from her seat. Kendra rushed over to the screen door and pulled it open slowly making sure that it didn't make a noise as she closed it behind her.
It was probably just the wind banging the back screen door.
She knew better, though. Kendra always made sure to latch the back screen door shut, so this was very unlikely. Then the sound of a man's voice suddenly filled the air. So now there was no mistaking it, there was definitely somebody inside of her house. Her heartbeat quickened, and her mouth went dry with fear. She had to get to a phone, had to call the police and get help.
"Hello, anybody home?" the deep voice called out.
She didn't dare answer, only stood frozen by the door. She was too afraid to move. She tried to remember where she'd left her phone and then realized it was still in her bedroom, but in order to get there she'd have to pass the kicthen, and that's where the voice was coming from.
As the stranger's footsteps grew closer Kendra searched around for a weapon. Her eyes fell upon the poker by the fireplace but she ended up tripping over a pile of clothes to get to it, resulting in a loud thud as her body connected with the floor.
The footsteps rushed over to where she was, and when she lifted her head to look over her shoulder, she saw a tall figure standing before her. His presence was unmistakable. It was Nashoba , and he was wearing a pair of painter's pants and a gray T-shirt.
"Nashoba , what are you doing here?" She was both confused and embarrassed.
"You hired a painter, right? Here, let me help you up." He bent down and grabbed her by the arm, waiting until she had a firm grip before he pulled her up.
"What were you doing? How'd you fall?" His eyebrows knitted in concern.
"I heard someone in the house, so I got scared and panicked. I was trying to grab a weapon, and I ended up tripping. I'm cool, though. It's no big deal."
"No, wait. It looks like you have a bruise here." Brushing a few strands of hair away from her face, Nashoba touched the rising mark on her temple. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. For real."
"All right. So I guess you were the lady who called in a few weeks ago to have the walls in your kitchen painted. You made plans to have your house painted today. Said you would leave the back door open and that it was okay to just come in and get started. I'm covering for one of my employees. Sorry I scared you." He still looked concerned and kept eyeing the bruise on her face.
"Oh damn, I forgot all about that. Koi painting , right? I spoke to a Jessie on the phone that day."
"Yeah, Jessie works for me. I remember when your call came in because Jess was laughing about the color of your walls. Of course, I didn't know it was you then. I mean, we didn't know each other. Kinda weird how things worked out though, huh?"
"Yeah, funny how that happened."
There was a brief silence between them. She smiled at him, touching her curly hair . Her heart beat fast from the closeness of their bodies, and the fact that he was here in her house only made her more excited .
I plan to update everyday , yay for summer 😎☀️💛
