"Not your usual Wednesday..."
After my morning routine of running around the house and tidying up, I decided I'm going to change up my day a bit. Opening up my closet doors, I pull out my typical outfit; my favorite beige knitted sweater and a pair of relaxed fit jeans. I jump into the shower and unwind for a bit under the warm water.
This feels amazing, I thought to myself. I can always truly appreciate the simple pleasures in life. This moment of peace, where I'm not riddled in anxiety. A moment where I can feel free... just for a moment.
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I PULL BACK my hair and put on the finishing touches to my look. Today I actually tried with my look. I have on a bit of makeup and perfume. I'm kind of feeling myself. When I normally go out, I don't care to put too much into my look. Especially if I'm with the kids. Never really saw the need too. But today feels different. It feels like a ME kind of day.
After checking myself out for another for few minutes and contemplating whether I should take some pictures of myself, I officially leave the house. I immediately make the decision I deserve a drink from Starbucks and bump up the radio till I arrive at my local bookstore.
My bookstore was a fairly large place with 2 floors. The entrance filled with flower boxes and benches. I think the place is cute and the staff were always nice, it was plus they didn't bother me while I roamed around. Straight to the romance section I go, looking through the book covers filled with shirtless men and women in lingerie. Maybe it's just me but I don't want other people knowing I read smut by looking at the book cover. The book cover should in my opinion be a work of art in a sense that it's intriguing, sensual and a little bit of a mystery.
Picking up book after book I decided to grab "After we collided". I am halfway through the first book and looking forward to seeing how this tale of Hessa continues. As I lose myself for bit in the thought of a Brooding, rude, sex god like Hardin. Another book catches my eye. A book by the name of "Hemingway's Tale". On the cover is a man's silhouette sitting up in a chair with a drink in his hand and on his desk women's underwear. Usually something like this wouldn't particularly catch my attention but this cover art was captivating in a very cinematic way. It was in black and white, and I am a sucker for monochrome.
The story goes on to tell a reimaging of all of Hemingway's love affairs throughout his writing career. All the relationships, affairs, one-night stands, the ons and off and everything crossing in between. I beginning read the first few pages and just like that I'm pulled in. As just I make the choice to pull myself up off the floor to make my purchase of the attention-grabbing novel, I accidently back up into someone. Quickly turning around to apologize I look up and see just the most handsome man... He smiles at me, and I don't even notice that I'm staring. As I take in all the details of his face.
"I'm sorry I didn't see you there" He casually says to me; Interrupting my gaze.
Oh, great he's British...
"No, no I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention... I" As I trail off, he stops me. "Are you about to purchase "Hemingway's tale?" I look down at the book in my hands and nod my head.
"I saw you reading it a moment ago." I pause for a second, realizing what he said. "I thought you didn't see me." And I let out a small laugh.
"I mean, I saw you before... Before I decided to turn away and look for another book..." He fumbles his words. I raise my hand up and to stop him from over explaining himself. I'm sure he thinks that I think he's a creep. "It's fine" I giggle to release him from the nervous tension I'm sure he felt a moment ago.
"So, did you like reading my book" He ask me. I raise a brow and confused look when he asks me this question. "Your book?"
"Yes, my book... I wrote Hemingway's tale. I'm Eli Clarke" I look down once again at the book in my hand and see the name Eli Clarke. I quickly turn over the book to reveal Eli's picture on the back. I smile at him, and then continue to say the stupidest thing ever... "So you're handsome and you're a writer."
Oh god, why oh why did I say that.
He laughs at my statement as the look of embarrassment washes over me.
"I'm sorry, those intrusive thoughts... am I right?" Trying to laugh it off and end the conversation, I turn to walk away.
"Hold on." He calls out to me. "You know my name, but I didn't get yours" I turn to face him but still embarrassed of my comment. "I'm Anais Flor" I give him my maiden name.
Why did I do that!? Why didn't I say Evans?
He walks over to me and all I can keep thinking about is why am I still talking to this man. This gorgeous man, this well-dressed man with the beautiful smile and bright green eyes.
"Anais..." the way he says my name has me on the verge of folding like a chair. "I know we just met but I would like to keep talking to you, maybe I could buy you a coffee" He points to the small coffee counter in the back of the store, and I pause for a moment. Should I get a coffee with this man? Why would he ever want to talk to me anyways. Does he not sense how incredibly awkward I am. Doesn't he sense the housewife on me?
Fuck it.
"Coffee sounds nice" I blurt out. He flashes me his charming smile and we walk over to the coffee counter.
"What kind of books do you like to read, Anais?"
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The Writer's Mistress
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