I remember stumbling into the main hall of one of the bootlegger's mansions, cocktail in one hand, cigarettes in the other, with a hope and wish to see anyone looking friendly, whether it's an old friend, new friend from last nights party, or a handsome man to peruse. I believe I went into the corner to scope the scene, and locked eyes with the most beautiful man I had ever seen, tall, with dark hair and the most encapsulating eyes ever, I just knew I needed him. Despite my state I knew it wasn't the alcohol talking, I wanted this man, and I was gonna get him. I downed my cocktail, took a drag from my cigarette, and exhaled as I wondered towards him.
I remember placing a hand on his shoulder and we began to sway to the beat of the orchestra, slowly getting closer together, his hand running down my back, his fingers tracing the lace and the stitches around the gaps in my dress, getting goosebumps every time I felt his soft touch against my bare back. His hand kept running down until he got to the handle of my hips, and he kept it there, swaying me with the beat, keeping me in his rhythm. With his other hand he lifted my chin to look into his eyes, I gazed dreamily admiring them, the hazel and caramel being hit by the light making them glean and shine. As the orchestra slowed, he dipped his head towards me and whispered, "A beautiful girl like you must have a beautiful name", and this alone got my heart racing. I breathlessly whispered back that my name was Annie, and asked what his was. Mystery man replied, "That doesn't matter darling, what matters is the moment, no need for names when it's me and you" and swung me around rapidly as the orchestras tune began and played a jazzy song with a fast rhythm. The more I danced, the more I realised how much interest I had in this man, I noticed so many more of his features, his broad shoulders, his chiselled features standing out, and his arms, they moved me with such elegance, but seemed as if they weren't doing anything. Even as the song progressed, I felt more of my weight being held up by him, and yet he seemed like I was effortless to sway and move around. Mystery man must've picked how breathless I had become, because we ended up dancing our way to the door, and perfectly timed he whisked me outside to breathe. Despite the drunken stumbling and slurred speech, he took care of me, leading me towards the grass lawn, allowing me to sit and rest. He removed my heels for me as I lit a cigarette and began to inhale slowly on it as I began to lay down. This mystery man was patient and kind, instead of trying to get me to sit up, he laid with me, quietly, watching the sky; It was starry, and beautiful, yet I couldn't help myself turning my head to admire him, the mystery man whom I'd fallen (quite literally, nearly) head over heels for.
Some time had passed, the lull of cars taking guests home, and the slowly quieting chatter indicated it must nearly be morning, and everyone was on their way home to rest before the next nights fun and thrill. I half drunkenly, half sleepily mumbled, that I must get going, and mentioned I live just down the road, turning left after the 4th lamppost, then right after the 2nd, and then keep going past the willow tree and then the red door was my house. Mystery man chuckled and said that despite my drunken state I was remarkably good at memorising, and then kissed my palm before helping me sit up straight. We stared out across the garden, saying all the plants we would want in our gardens, and began to see the creeping sun peeking above the horizon, the glow making his eyes glisten like amber. He ushered me up, requesting I should get home and rest, but after that I remember nothing, everything went black.
And here we are, Tuesday morning, a morning not too sunny nor is it raining. My favourite combination. Little memory of the night before except for mystery man, I have no clue how I got home last night after blacking out on the lawn with mystery man. It is now that I see a note on the nightstand.
"Good morning beautiful, I hope you have slept well and began to sober up, you're probably wondering who I am, and how you've gotten home, if you remember a 'mystery man' as you kept referring to me as last night, then hello, I am the mystery man. You blacked out last night and completely crashed out, I assume you had been drinking for a few days straight, based on the leftover birthday décor and near dead flowers that I also assume you received for your birthday. All these clues are what's lead me to believe you had been drinking for a few days' darling. Even when before I knew the extent of how much alcohol you had in your system, I knew I would carry you home, making sure a beautiful girl like you got home without a scratch. You told me how to get here, and so I carried you in my arms, tucked you into bed and then wrote this note. How about you come and meet me for a coffee down the road by the oak tree, and I may reveal the rest of my identity.
-D, aka mystery man x"
I must go meet this man, sober, and see what he's all about.
