At My Wit's End

Ch. 2 The Stranger.

Carly's POV

He was strikingly handsome, unlike any man I had ever seen. No, really. His gleaming blue eyes watched me stand there dumbfounded because this guy was just too good looking for his own good. His hoodie was the same color as his jeans, and the hood itself was over his head with a hat underneath it. It was a shame that he hid his glorious face under so many layers.
"No, it's really okay," I smiled genuinely, because I meant it. I didn't want any money from him. If we were being honest, I just wanted his phone number.
"Just felt like paying it forward."
His body language suggested that he was friendly, but probably kept to himself. The hint of a smile was very inviting, but I could tell that he wasn't all that comfortable standing here with me. Did I smell? Or was he just really shy? He stood there so stoically, like a rock. I couldn't help myself any longer, and tried my best to check him out without being caught.
"You should really let me make it up to you," he tried again, still trying to pass me a $20.
I shook my head, "I'm not taking that. I wanted to buy you a coffee. Plus, my drink was at least $8."
I wanted to walk away to make my notion really apparent, but I just couldn't look away from those baby blues that matched my own. He gave me a big smile, and shoved his wallet back into his pocket.
"I'm not fucking going anywhere until you agree to let me make this up to you," the man grinned.
"What did you have in mind?" I replied back with a giggle. I caught myself absentmindedly twirling my hair with my fingers. This dude drove me so crazy, I had reverted back into my old high school boy crazy self.
"Have dinner with me tomorrow night," he answered, like he knew what he was going to say before I could even ask.
"Are you asking me out on a date?" I blushed, knowing my face was probably redder than a tomato already.
He nodded, "Is that okay?"
"I don't even know your name?"
He took my phone out of my hand and typed his name and number in and then texted his own phone to have mine. When he gave it back, I looked down at the name.
"Marshall," he said, taking a sip of his own coffee.
"Nice to meet you, Marshall," I blushed back, before putting my phone back in my bag.
"You don't expect me to go on a date with you without knowing your name and shit right?" He teased.
"Carly," I answered back before shaking his hand. I was never washing this hand again.
Wait, did I really just think that?
"I can't believe I'm going out with a total stranger," I laughed to myself.
"How about you text me your address, and I'll come pick you up. Seven. I'm just in town on business, but I'll figure out how to get there some kinda fucking way."
I nodded and started to walk back towards my apartment.
"See you tomorrow, Marshall," I said grinning from ear to ear. I looked back and there he was, watching me walk away with a big grin. Between the sweet smell of my coffee, and all the stupid butterflies in my stomach, I was one happy girl. Even for 7am.