Blind Love

Discovery Part 2

She heard the music fading in the distance. The small room looked like someone's private office with pictures of all types of exotic flowers aligned along both sides of the walls. Standing in 1st position on the large wooden desk, was beautiful crystal glass work of a ballerina. The ballerina stood out most in her mind because, as a child, Camil desired to be a ballerina.

As Camil stood silently staring at the work of art, John asked her again, "Are you sure you're okay Camil?"

"Yes, Sir..."

"John shook his head and let out a chuckle "Please call me John."

"Yes John, quite okay...I was in such a hurry to get out of the room before anyone else asked for another dance that I got careless and didn't watch where I was going." She felt her face flush.

"No need to feel embarrassed, for I was trying most of the night to be one of them. So I can totally understand your haste to get away."

Camil giggled...

"Thanks so much for sparing me out there...I thought I would faint for embarrassment."

"The pleasure was all mines." he said returning a smile.

"Camil, have you had anything to eat tonight?" His voice very strong, direct but inviting.

She could tell he was use to giving commands.

"Nothing besides the light hors d'oeuvres served earlier."

"Then, would you care to dine with me, for a while?" Camil hesitated...thinking how she needed to reconnect with Amy who she'd accompanied.

"I assure you they'll be no funny business from me at all," John said, waiting intensely for her reply.

"I guess I could, but only if this would be payment for destroying your shirt."

"I have hundreds more like it and it would be my pleasure, no debts Camil.

"Well then yes, I accept your request with all my heart."

John smiled. Even his eyes seem to have lit up. He instantly pulled his cell phone from his back pocket, and within minutes a server came and led them away to a private dining area amongst other high society guest.

As if everything was pre-arranged...The tables were draped with snow white linen while the glasses, plates, and soup bowl were elaborately decorated trimmed in silver and arranged in precise order. The hanging centerpieces were Vintage Tiffany Lamps in which Camil found herself staring all too long at. Everything was perfectly set for two.

Camil was a bit nervous having dinner with someone she'd hardly knew and it showed because she rambled a lot about nothing but John didn't seem to mind at all. He listened to her every word as if they would fall to the ground and vanish forever.

He emanated calm, confidence and prominence but not in a way that was impolite or arrogant. Camil found it very difficult to read him for he talked very little but yet he seemed to pry into her deepest thoughts however not intentional. He asked very short but direct questions as if she were a puzzle to figure out.

In the short time they were at their table, everything John needed was provided even before he'd asked for it. His presence seemed to demand attention from everyone in the room. John didn't seem to notice at all or maybe he did but he had a talent of blocking everything out. The feeling Camil received from him was that she was the only person in the world that mattered at that moment in time. It was such a magnetic feeling and Camil felt so compelled to give in to every moment.