Ordinary Life

Late Night Visit

I got into my car and called Bruno back. "Hey Bruno, what's up?" I couldn't help but cry. I felt so humiliated by what Wyatt said to me. "Eve, what's wrong? I know that's not a cold." He said. "Just...I'm just having a long night. Did you need to tell me something earlier?" I asked. "I just wanted to know if you wanted to come over for some dinner. But, if you're not feeling it, I completely understand." He said. "No, it's fine. I'll come over." I said.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I knocked on Bruno's door, shivering from the L.A. winds. Bruno opened the door, and greeted me. "Hey, come on in." Bruno said.

I walked inside, and Bruno helped me take off my coat. "What happened? You seemed really upset over the phone." Bruno said. "About that." I said scratching my head.

We walked over to the couch and sat down. "This guy at my job was always asking me out on a date, and I always said no, until finally, I agreed to go on this date with him and he just practically insulted me. So I threw a drink in his face, and left." I said. "It was just truly hurtful, and I didn't deserve all of that." I added.

Bruno sat there and nodded his head, as if he were some damn guidance counselor. "What did he say to you?" Bruno asked. "He sat there and said, 'if you keep up that bitchy reputation of yours, you're ultimately going to fail on getting someone to truly love you.'

Bruno scrunched up his face. "Why in the hell would he say that?" I sighed. "He thinks that the only reason why I've been single for so long is because I'm a bitch. Maybe I am." I rolled my eyes.

Bruno looked at me with gazing eyes. "Don't ever call yourself that, especially around me." He said. "I know why you have this guard up, and I understand. You want someone who, of course, fits your ideal dream guy, but mostly, a man who understands and respects you. You've been through a lot, I can tell, but that guy that you went on a date with is too blind to see that."

I kicked my shoes off, crossed my legs, Indian style on the couch. "There you go with the right things to say." I smiled. "It's something you deserved to hear." He made me feel so relaxed. So calm and gentle. I didn't feel like I needed to have this guard up, that I've set up  back in my teen years, when I'm around him.

"Come, I want to show you something." He said. Bruno held his hand out to me. I looked at his hand, and hesitated. "Don't worry, I'm not contagious." He giggled. I slid my hand into his and stood up.

He walked me down the hall, and his house was extremely huge. "Where are you taking me?" I asked. "Don't worry, I'm not taking you to some creepy dungeon." Bruno's humor always loosened me up, but sometimes, it frustrated me.

Bruno opened a door on the left side of the hall and we entered. He turned the light on, and there stood a grand piano in the center of the room, a drum set in the corner, and some acoustic and electric guitars lined up against the wall. "It's beautiful." I said. "The real reason I wanted you to come over, was I've been practicing some Beethoven for you. I know you have a love for classical music, so I wanted to give it a chance too." He explained. "Bruno..." I was lost for words. "You didn't have to do that for me." I said. "But I wanted to. It's the only way, I can get to know you more." He said.

Bruno sat at the piano and gently placed his fingers on the keys. Bruno closed his eyes, and pressed down gently.

Who would've known, Bruno was playing my favorite song from Beethoven, Moonlight Sonata. It sounded so beautiful coming from him, and hearing it up close, sent me to another world, that I've never been before. I swayed to the keys and their tunes as Bruno played light as a feather.

When Bruno finished, I sat next to him on the bench, and said, "I don't know how to play piano, but one day I'll have to learn." "Put your hand here." Bruno pointed. "Here?" I asked in confirmation. "No, here." He softly repositioned my hand. I gasped at his touch. "I'm sorry." He said. "No, it's fine."

As we played on the piano for a moment, I couldn't help but ask, "Why are you so nice to me? I feel like I've been a total.." Bruno looked at me, hoping I wouldn't end that sentence with bitch. "Ahh, why am I so nice to Genevieve Reynolds? I'm nice to you, because I'm a nice person. But, I'm like you, I won't settle for less. When you took me from my home from questioning the day we first met, yeah, I thought jeez, what the hell is this woman's problem? But when you said I could go, remember when I complimented your eyes?" I nodded my head. "When I looked at your eyes throughout that time, I knew you weren't truly like that. The eyes speak for you just as much as your mouth does. I knew that guard was up, I just didn't know why." Bruno said. "I saw a woman, who just wants to be understood by the world, and wants everyone to be proud of her." He added.

"It's like you know everything about me." I said. "That's what you wanted me to do. You wanted me to know who you are, because you let me in." Bruno smiled.

We were becoming like magnets at this point. "...and to be honest Genevieve, I'm happy you let me in your life, because now you're all I think about." Bruno said as he moved closer to me, and pushed out his lips. I was about to experience my first kiss. My first kiss with a man who fits my standards.

His lips delicately touched mine, and it was a good first kiss. My heart, it experienced something new. It wasn't so cold, but it was warm. I felt this tingle in my stomach. Butterflies fluttered within.