What's a Heart to a Soul

2.2 Electric Eyes

I twisted my cocktail straw around in my old fashion, the ice clinking lightly against the glass. I let out a sigh and dropped the straw before putting the drink to my lips and tossing it back. It burned at my throat but I didn't let that stop me from finishing it off. I set it back down and then put my head in my hands as I tried to mentally prepare for my speech.

"Are you okay?" An angelic voice called out from my dreams.

A tsunami of deja vu nearly knocked me off my seat. I peeked over and I could barely believe my, or her, eyes. She wore a dark red suit, clearly custom fit to accent every curve of her toned body. Her long blonde hair was pulled up into a tight bun leaving only a few curled strands dangling in front of her undeniably gorgeous face. Her cheeks were tinted pink, her lips full and red, her jaw like that of a Greek statue, and her eyes as electric blue as lightning itself. My brain went into shut down as the memory of a thousand playthroughs of that same dream rushed back to me. Her eyes were unmistakably identical to those of the mystery girls and I could barely hold it together as my nerves stood on end under her intense gaze.

The bartender seemingly just appeared before me in an instant, turning my attention from the goddess before me "Another for you Ms. Castro?"

"Yes please." I forced a smile and nodded.

"Make that two." Her oddly familiar voice sang out once more.

I turned back to look at her, my mind a frenzy of competing questions and thoughts.

"Carter Castillo, it's a pleasure." Her angelic voice brought me back to earth as she extended her hand out to me.

I knew who she was, I mean how could I not! She was possibly the most famous female athlete of all time and had recently won gold at the Olympics for gymnastics with a perfect 10, and god did she look good doing it. I clearly wasn't the only one who thought so because Carter was infamously known as a player. She had broken the hearts of more women than I could possibly keep up with and I could see how. I took her hand nervously, looking at her like a star struck fool as an electric current seemingly flowed through me.

Was she the girl from my dreams?

I tried my best to maintain my composure but stuttered slightly nonetheless, "Chase Castro and the pleasure is mine."

"No introduction necessary, it would be nearly impossible to not know who you are." She grinned as she rescinded her hand.

My hand felt cold without hers, the tingling sensation still surging through my fingertips.

"Same goes for you." I stated, feeling a heat rushing to my cheeks.

She bit her tongue and opened her mouth to speak as the bartender reappeared with our drinks "Here you are ladies."

I gratefully took it and instantly took a long sip.

"Easy there killer, don't you have to give a speech soon?" She teased before following suit and taking an even longer sip that surely burned.

I rolled my eyes, "Now that seems like all the more reason to drink."

I swear the boisterous voices of forced conversations and the clinking of glasses amongst social status deemed friends dissipated leaving only the sound of her melodic laugh as she looked back at me.

"I'll cheers to that." She smiled holding up her glass.

I narrowed my eyes but cheersed her regardless. Her intense gaze never left mine even as she threw back the glass and took yet another long drink of the brownish liquid.

Once I swallowed the stiff sip, I smirked at her, "Easy there killer."

"Touché." She grinned, looking me up and down.