La Mujer de Lalo (Lalo's Woman)

La Mujer

Ana Theresa Ruíz rushed into the Aeropuerto Internacional Benito Juárez to catch her flight back home at Albuquerque. It had been a hectic 2 days in Chihuahua, where Ana and her associates had been in charge of organizing a fundraiser. Everything went on smoothly till the dance and drinks. Just like every other party, the guests lingered on.

Ana had no choice but to stay till the entire event was over. All her associates had left a couple hours earlier to catch the midnight flight. Poor Ana was stuck at the event and had no time to even change before heading to the airport to catch the early morning flight.

She couldn't risk her career by being late to her next event, which was supposed to happen in another 7 hours. She had few last minute calls and confirmations. She walked as fast as her high heels would let her. She never got used to wearing pumps for more than an hour. God, her feet were dying of strangulation. All She wanted to do was get in the flight and free her poor feet for the next 3 hours.

Her bright, glittery party attire didn't go unnoticed in the airport. She turned a lot of heads her way, which basically made her curse under her breath. She was used to people starring at her. With a pretty and plump face, long dark hair, brown eyes and a curvy full figure, she had always been extra cautious.

But today of all days, she had to wear the most deeply cut top that showcased her D cups. The jacket she wore didn't help much with covering her.

"Final call to board the flight to Albuquerque " announced a voice. She picked up her pace, panting and walked a little too fast and crashed into the man who was in front of her.

The tall man stood steadily as though a little bunny had bumped against his legs. Ana on the other hand had dropped her handbag, folders and few other things she had in her hand.

She bent down to pick up her belongings as the man also helped.

"Lo siento, Señor" (I'm sorry, sir) she quickly blurted out without looking up.

The man chuckled at her thick American accent and replied "Por favor, está bien, Señorita. Fue un accidente." (Please, it's alright. It was accidental)

As she took the last piece of paper from his hand, she looked up at him. He had gotten back up on his feet and was offering her his hand. She took it, as he helped her regain her balance.

Clad in a dark green silky shirt, the man towered over her. She could barely see his neck without tilting her head up. She flashed a smile at him, acknowledging his help.

"Gracias" she softly murmured before turning towards the gate.