At that moment, all that could pop into my mind was how beautiful this damn car was. It was a classy, expensive-looking, black, gorgeous Mercedes. You know, like those cars you only see in the most successful Hollywood movies, or on the streets of Bel Air but rarely get to experience in your life? Exactly.
I was so focused on his car, that i almost forgot he was sat next to me, observing what i was doing. Our eyes met, causing my mocca skin to flush.
"Oh I'm sorry ... I ... I Was ... Oh Merde!" I cursed, feeling annoyed with myself.
"What language was that?" Blake asked me with a curious look on his face.
"That's French..." I muttered.
"Oh, so you're from France ?" Blake asked as he opened the door to his car. "Come on, let's get you inside. It's raining."
It was almost six in the morning. It was storming and cold. I was bone-tired and I bet he was too. And he still wanted me to step inside his ridiculously expensive and beautiful car? All i could think of at that moment, was to take a few pictures of me and him IN his vehicle and send it all of them to my friends. But first of all ... That would be ridiculous and secondly ...I don't even have "friends". So i'll just have to admire it all by myself. I stepped into his car,thanking him, and sat down comfortable on the luxurious Italian leather seats.
"Yeah, i'm French. I mean, half. My mother was French and my dad was Brazilian, but I never really met him. So that probably doesn't count." I told him with a cheeky grin.
"Damn, this man has the most gorgeous smile I've seen in my life. Like ever. ! I mean, would you just stop smiling when looking at a radiating man like that? How could I even be concentrated on what you're asking me, if you always put this smile on your face.. Just do me a favor for my sake and stop." I thought.
"I'm really sorry for the loss of your mother. No one deserves that, but i'm sure she's in a peaceful pleace right now, Amber." He said as he played with something that looked like a sticker.
So this man didn't forgot my name. Which must mean he kind of 'liked' me? or did he just wanted to bang me ?! what the fuck is happening ?! Okay, let's rethink this situation for a moment. So you're telling me this guy didn't forget my name, exactly 4 hours after i told him what my name is? What's going on? Am I in an episode of Punk'd or something? Where the camera's at? I thought.
"It's okay, Blake. I mean, I miss her a lot but, that's life i guess." I told him sadly, as I tried not going down that road of pain and grief. "So uh...where do you ... I mean, what do you do for a living?" I asked, trying to change the subject, which he quickly realized.
"Oh, i'm a professional basketball player. Here in L.A."
"Wait. I'm sorry. What? You're not serious!" I asked, feeling shocked, hoping my face looked calm.
"Yeah, i play for the Clippers. Ever been to a game ?" He asked smiling.
"I've only been to a Laker game twice in my whole life. I mean, that's the must-do once you're in L.A. right? You just have to go watch a basketball game of the Lakers." I said proudy that I knew at least one team. Well sorta.
"Oh, so you're a Lakers fan?"
Oh shit. Awkward moment. Did I have 'Laker fan' written on my forehead? Oh Lord, shut the hell up Amber ! I thought.
Can someone please get me away from this awkward situation RIGHT NOW?!
"No! I'm not a Lakers fan. I'm NOT. I mean, uh, well you know I always wanted to go to a basketball game. I figured, it'd be much cooler to see it with my own eyes. Now that I live in Los Angeles and the Lakers are one of the best, I just figured I had to, you know?". I tried to deffend myself.
"And did you enjoy the game? When was it?" He asked me, amusement etched into his face.
"Oh,uh, let me think.It was past season, I think. It was against Miami Heat. And yes, i really really liked it. I don't regret it at all. In fact, i would love to go to another one, should I ever get the chance to."
'So why don't you go?"
"It's expensive you know... I don't have the money to pay for a ticket at the moment, so i'll just wait." I said as I looked away from his eyes. I felt so embarrassed.
"Sorry for mentioning that. I know it's none of your business...I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry." I said as I plucked up my bag to get out of the car.
"No! Wait, it's okay. Where are you going Amber?". Blake said.
I stopped moving, turned my head and looked at his huge hand that was holding my arm to stop me from leaving. My tears were close to streaming down my face, but I was doing everything to stay strong. Why did I suck so much at such conversations? Why couldnt I ever talk normally to a man without saying stupid stuff ?!
I looked at Blake that now removed his hand from my arm.
"You know, I can drive you home if you want. It's raining and I have a car...It's easier after a night of work." Blake proposed to me after a long moment of silence.
"Oh no, i'll be fine. I just live here across the street. I'll be okay, but thanks." I said as I opened the door.
"Come on, don't be so hard for yourself. I'll take you home, whats your adress?" He asked me.
He didn't even give me the time to respond. He picked that thing called a GPS from his dashboard and began to search my house on it as I was spelling out my address.
The entire drive was cold and quiet. He had turned on the radio, which was unnecessary, cause neither of us were really paying attention to it. I was playing a few games on my phone while Blake drove. Our conversation from a few minutes ago had changed into one of the most awkward ones of my life. All I wanted was to go home, into my perfec, queen-size bed, under my oh-so warm sheets and to close my eyes. Oh I was waiting for that moment for what seemed way too long.
I recognized the familiar houses at the beginning of the street I lived in, and told Blake he could stop at the corner. I locked my phone, held my bag and thanked him one more time before stepping out of his car.
As I stepped out of his car and had closed the door, Blake rolled down the window and asked me something i didn't expect at all. I had made myself look bad just a moment ago.
"Hey, I was wondering...If you want, we can go for drinks sometimes. Like a date or something. What do you think?"
"Uh...I don't really know. I have a lot of things i need to deal with. I don't think I really have the time for dates. I'm sorry." I responded warily. I felt dead on my feet.
"Okay, but can you at least give me your number so we could stay in touch?" He insisted.
"I ... I don't know...". I replied doubtfully.
Okay, maybe that's a little too rude, I thought. Yeah, it pretty was. I grabbed my phone out of my bag and unlocked the screen.
"You give me yours and I promise i'll call or text you once i have the time to chill." I said.
"Sounds good to me. There you go". He replied as he gave me his number.
"There, saved it into my contacts! Thank you for the champagne and the ride. Drive safely." I said with a smile.
"You're welcome ... And don't forget to call me!" He insisted.
"I won't. I'll see you around Blake." I said before disappearing into my apartment.
I closed the door behind me. dropped my bag and jacket on the couch. while I walked as fast as I could towards my bedroom.
As I was laying on my bed, i felt tears well up in my eyes. I turned my head towards my nightstand on which a few pictures of my deceased mother and sick grandma were placed.
There was only one thing I hated the most about my life: Those moments when I wake up, and there's nobody to ask me how I feet. Those moments in the morning when there's nobody to cuddle me as soon as I open my eyes. Or those moments, when I come back from work, and there's no one that asks me how my day was. It really hurt.
I felt trapped in my own life and all I wanted was to get the hell out of it.
