Until I Met You

3

"¡Mierda!" I thought inside my head while I covered my dress rapidly so the person couldn't see my black panties.

"Good job N, this only happens to you, you fucking clumsy person".

"I'm sorry", the person said as he turned around to face me.

When I looked up, I saw a pair of concerned brown eyes looking down at me.

Wow. That's all I could think.

"Here, let me help you", he offered me his hand and reached for mine, he grabbed it strongly and pulled me up on my feet.

"I'm... the one that should be sorry. I glanced down for a second", I told him super embarrassed.

"It's okay", he said while looking at me.

He had a deep voice that provoked shivers in my arms every time he said something. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. He was taller than me, even with my red stilettos, I looked like a dwarf with makeup next to him. Now that I was closer, I saw that his eyes had a combination of brown and honey, which surprised me. I had never seen eyes like that. He was wearing a crewneck white shirt with a black leather jacket. In his neck, there was nothing but a smell of masculine cologne that filled my nostrils. Sure it was nothing that Marcos would wear because he only liked expensive, overpriced colognes.

"Are you okay?", he said as he waved a hand up and down my face, and I was awaken from being deep asleep from my thoughts. If he could realize that I was staring at him more than what I should, I would dig a hole and hide myself in it at the speed of light.

"Yeah...thanks for helping me up", I said as I walked around him, decided to go back to Marco and end my humiliation.

"Wait!", he said as he held my arm with his hand, making me stop and turn around.

"Yes?", I asked while looking at him. This was weird, I just met the guy.

"I know I just met you", he said as he stroked the back of his neck, showing that he might regret the next words that would come out of his mouth, "but I saw you when you came in".

Um...What the heck is wrong with this guy?

"You saw me when I came in...what does that mean?", I said, intrigued to know what he was thinking about.

"You looked...uncomfortable", he said as he nodded his head to where Marcos was, chatting obnoxiously with his colleagues, not even a single worried expression in his face. It was like I didn't even exist in his universe.

"Dios mio", I sighed.

"Espera...¿hablas español?" he said in his now recognizable Spanish accent.

"Si, hablo español", I said, smiling, feeling 100% more comfortable. A new feeling of comfort surrounded me.

He looked into my eyes and stretched his palm and said, "Javier, mucho gusto". I slowly lifted my hand and, with a nod, touched my palm with his and slightly intertwined my fingers with his.

"Me llamo Natalia, pero me puedes decir Naty", I said as I smiled back to him with a hint of blush on my cheeks.