Stranger in Moscow

All I want is you

Adrian

Removing my eyes from her frame, I watched the remainder of the show and the bows while I kept sneaking little peaks at her frame. I went home at the end of the night and out of sheer curiosity, scoured the internet for information on Drew Smith. She was everywhere. Awards, dance magazine covers, high definition photo-shoots. She was beautiful. Even frozen into one mini-second, you couldn't deny that she was beautiful. Honey Brown hair, heart-shaped face, hazel eyes, smooth skin, a perfect sized mouth. And that sparkle in her eye, the slight lift of her mouth... like she was hiding some incredible secret.

I wanted to know what that secret was. I was already obsessed with her aura.

Suddenly, my days had an order. I couldn't go a day without having her blazing inside of my brain.

Before long, I knew her story, knew she'd joined the Unconventional Magazine Company at seventeen, and had progressed steadily through the ranks. She'd been there four years, played some semi-major roles and was about to be promoted to head editor, which explains why she's here.

I read the few articles she'd written, almost memorizing every last sentence. I felt like I already knew her. I knew every fluid line of her body, the perfect two to one ratio of legs to her torso, the dip of her waist, the luscious curves that she possessed. She was sexy and curvy like a pink diamond. And if she was a diamond, what did that make me? The hunter? It fit. I was stalking her through webpages, finding out everything I could about her, waiting for a chance to approach her. Maybe it just gave me something to do, a change from my monotonous meaningless life, but I felt like it was more than that. I felt like I had a connection to her, even without officially meeting her, I would spend hours on end just drawing murals of her gorgeous face. I had to find a way to approach her. All my attention was focused on her, on meeting her and having my feelings reciprocated and that was all I concentrated on. I didn't stop to consider whether I was behaving rationally. I just had this one goal and I did everything I needed to do in order to achieve my goal. A normal person would say that I was obsessed and honestly? I was. Maybe I needed to go talk to a shrink or connect with people in a real way but I never thought about that. All I thought about was her. Until the day she had finally approached me.

The heat was blazing throughout the area as I continued on my stroll to the Kalina Bar. As soon as I entered the bar, my eyes landed on the teens doing horrible karaoke. The blue lights displayed an comforting setting setting while everyone enjoyed themselves.

"Dobryy vecher, ser, dobro pozhalovat' v Kalina Bar, menya zovut Tina i ya budu vashim ofitsiantom v techeniye vechera. Chto vy budete pit' segodnya vecherom, ser?" The waiter mumbled looking me up and down while biting down on her bottom lip admiring my distressed physique. She smiled a lust filled smile as she walked away while I tried to return the favor. It didn't take her long to take my order but she made sure to leave her number on the piece of napkin before she made her way back into the back.

I sat at the table just staring into my drink. It had been a long stress filled day and the heat had a way of dragging me down even more. The bar was showing the effects of a long and comfy spot as there were massive amounts of people enjoying the company of others.

As I begin to slosh the ice around in my cup I seen the door open and in walked the most gorgeous woman my eye has ever landed on. The computer couldn't even compare to seeing her in person. She looked as though she just got out of a business meeting wearing a nice fitting pair of work jeans that hugged her jeans perfectly, a white shirt that showed off little to none of her boobs because of the cheetah scarf, and a pair of heels that added length to her height but I could tell that was short. I felt my entire body flush and quickly turned back to my drink. I finished the drink in one quick gulp and set the glass aside. The annoying waitress was quick to take the glass and immediately replace it with a new drink.

While I was thanking the waitress, I noticed that she was staring at me causing me to become extremely nervous making me force my head back down.

"Your dream girl is right there in front of, YOU BETTER GO GET THAT!" My inner me viciously spoke out to me making me feel like I was less of a man.

"I'm nervous okay." I mumbled as I listened for the sound of her heels coming my way.

"Nigga she's coming towards us, she wants the dick man!" He yelled fading away into oblivion before my breathing became too hard to handle at the sight of her jacket appearing at the head of my table. Her scent was too intoxicating making me feel like I was sniffing heaven and all of its particles. I wanted to inspect the flaws of her facial structure but the nerves wouldn't allow me to look up at her face to face.

"Andrew Carter?" She mumbled with a hint of confusion laced in her voice. Her voice was even music to my ears as she spoke my name. "I'm Drew Smith. I couldn't help recognizing you. I'm doing an article for Unconventional magazine on Moscow, Russia and I was wondering if you wouldn't mind talking with me for a little while." That night literally felt like heaven on earth to me, even though it only lasted for one night, it was still the best. I finally got to have sex with the woman of my dreams and that night was the same night that the old Adrian Carter left the window.