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21 | The Last Rail, Chapter #1

4-25-2024.

9:05 am.

'Abby Lincoln, please take a seat,' Donatel Brown, stressed.

Abby pulled out the black refined seat and sat herself down, watching and waiting for Donatel to talk.

'It's been a laugh all you want day. I guess we both know the reason why you are here, Miss Lincoln. You have waited this long. You must be excited, and I have some amazing news, which concerns you,' Donatel stated.

Abby held her head high, saying one word, 'Yes!' Hoping not to let her nerves get the best of her.

'Not much rest for me, early morning, I have come to a conclusion,' giving her a serious look.

Abby swallowed intensely, waiting, watching for Donatel to announce the good news, hoping anyway.

Abbey looked up at the spindel arm on the clock on the white wall, 10 am, sharp.

Donatel announced, 'Tell me, Abby,  do you really want this opportunity?'

'Yes, yes, oh! Yes!' She blurts out, all excited.

'I have chosen you for the leading female part in 'The Last Rail', don't disappoint me, there is a lot of work to be done,' Donatel proposed.

Abby was surprised. Out of four hundred eager ladies, she made the cut.

'Welcome aboard, Abby. All you have to do is be here in the morning, and contracts will be signed. Congrats on your new journey, and stop by personel, and they will get you taken care of,' Donatel winked.

Abby raised herself, she asserted her hand, and shook Donatel's hand, 'Thank you!'

 'And, thank you for the hours that we will be working together, by the way, coffee is on me, head over at Bloom's Cafe, they serve the best,' Donatel hands her a fifty-dollar, gift certificate on the house.

Abby took the gift certificate, Donatel had made her morning, her day, and let's not forget the coffee.

9:35 am.

Abby strolled out of the 'Horizons Agency', with the biggest smile ever. Broadening her horizons was all she ever wanted to do.

9:40 am.

Abby's mouth salivated. Bloom's Baristas, the Iced Carmel Macchiato.
The rich, full-bodied expresso with vanilla flavored syrup, milk, and ice, then to top it off with drizzled caramel for a decadent, oh-so-nice finish.

9:43 am.

It was her moment to shine, and shine she did as she ordered her coffee -

She sat up high at a Bistro, looking out the window, watching the birds... thinking, 'Miss Lincoln', 'Miss Lincoln', may I have your autograph?'

10 am.

'Excuse me,' a young man's voice interrupted her thoughts, bringing her back to reality.

'Yes, how can I help you?' she stammered, looking at a handsome man.

'You must be Miss Lincoln, Abby?' The handsome man ask.

'And, you are who?' Abby asks.

'I am Lars Helms, and Donatel told me to get acquainted with you since we will be working together,  I have gotten the part to play your esteemed husband,' Lars implied.

'Nice to meet you, hubby,' Abbey teased.

'Same here, wifey,' Lars jestered, 'I am not interrupting you, am I?' Lars implored.

'No, do sit, it is a wonderful day, coffee, birds, wife, husband,' Abby smiled at Lars.

'I am so lucky, leading lady in The Last Rail,' Abby noted.

'That goes for me too, I get to work with a beautiful woman. By the way, do you live nearby?' Lars asks, sitting down his hot coffee.

'Yes, Spring City is a beautiful place to live,' Abby jestered. 'Population, 50,000. Give or take on the holidays.

'Tell me about Abby Lincoln,' Lars probed.

'Twenty-two, young, talented, always following my guts. That's me! The whole kit and caboodle,' Abby giggled.

10:20 am.

Lars drinks some coffee, 'I am staying temporarily with my Uncle Jose Helms, he is an architect.'

'Lars, I don't make promises that I don't keep, I don't make decisions quickly, at least not when it comes to a relationship. You may be wondering if I am single, available, and dating?' Abby clarified.

'Abby, I have all the time in the world. There may come a time to get on my knees and do the thinkable,' Lars remarked.

Abby felt a pang of sadness, but each his own.

'Don't mind me,' rolling the sleeves up on her blouse.

'I want to find the right man before I develop anything other than a hot crush,' Abby simplified.

Lars looked at her, Abby wasn't just pretty. She was easy on the eyes. She had dimples when she smiled. Blonde and leggy, making him drool.

Abby noted how Lars was looking her over. Maybe I should kiss him. He looks like he's dreaming.

Abby moved off her seat and made her move quickly. He was a perfect candidate, and as she leveled in and placed her lips on his, he simply melted lips with hers.

'You looked like you needed that,' and she giggles.

'Practice makes perfect, and this day has certainly turned out to be one unforgettable moment,' Lars cleared his throat.

'Lars, don't disappoint me, 'The Last Rail is a new beginning for me. Are there any words for today?'

Lost for words, Lars looked departed.

'Abby, you have sweet eyes. It isn't every day that I get kissed like that. You are an eye-opener. Thank you for being my wife,' Lars stammered.

   Her emerald eyes held his, her fingertips pushing away the a few strands of her blonde hair away from her eyes.

Now that they were properly introduced, she grinned.

Those adorable dimples didn't disappoint. She just got a headstart. She never liked skipping the good parts. They were going to kiss later anyway.

At times, she was direct and improper, but impressive.

11:07 am.

Until we meet again, Abby thought.

Standing so close to him, breathing the same air as him, flushed cheeks. There was no avoiding the collision of his lips.

She was obviously flustered. He had caught her attention, she glanced down, and it was half passed noon.

I should go and get my hair done, so much to do. Acting was easy, but remembering the words when you're nervous. And, she had to find the right outfit to wear. Her head was in a  mist.

11:25 am.

1039 words.

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