Issues

Chance

Furrowing her eyebrows and tilting her head to the side in confusion, she replied, "I'm sorry. Have we met before?"

"I, well, yes. We have. But only briefly" I replied fumbling through the thought. Oh my God I seriously can't believe she's standing here in front of me. What are the chances? And God she looks amazing. She's wearing her hair down tonight in loose curls. Her hair is so long and shiny. Her highlights twinkle in the moonlight that simultaneously casts a flattering glow upon her pale, flawless skin. Her blue ruffled top matches her  eyes perfectly and her cream colored lace pencil skirt hugs her curves in all the right places. Her makeup is simple as usual with a simple shimmer gloss on her lips. I know I've been gawking at her beauty for too long cause she's looking at me with an odd expression on her face. "We met a few weeks ago at Chrome. I offered to buy you a drink, you politely declined my offer, received a phone call, and had to leave" I continued, hoping to jog her memory.

Her eyes instantly widened and then a deep red color overcame her cheeks as she looked down at the table. Still looking down, she replied, "I'm sorry. I didn't recognize you. Your hair was up and you had a very different look about you when we first met". Looking back up at me, she continued, "But I definitely remember you now".

The look in her eyes when she said that to me sent chills all throughout my body. Smiling widely, I said, "Good. Cause clearly I remember you". Extending my hand I furthered, "I'm Emily".

Pausing for a moment, she looked at my hand, back up to my face, and then back to my outstretched hand. She gently placed her hand in mine and said, "Alison". The simple touch of our hands instantly sent a jolt through me. Jesus Emily, she's just shaking your hand. But her hands are just so soft and I feel such a connection to her.

After taking a sip of champagne I ask, "So Alison. What do you do for a living?".

She's looking me up and down, obviously sizing me up and processing racing thoughts in her head. "I'm a pediatric nurse. And actually, I just finished a transition period into working in the ER. That's actually why I had to leave the first night we met. It was a hectic night in the ER so they were calling in extra hands".

Oh my God she's a nurse. This just makes her even more attractive. I should have figured she was a nurse. There is such a calming, nurturing side to her that it would make total sense for her to be a nurse.

"I'm sorry if I offended you when I declined your offer. I was going to say that I have a personal thing about not owing people anything, especially when I can pay for something myself," she continued.  Glaring her focus on my eyes even more than she already had, she continued, "But that wasn't a rejection to have you stop talking to me. Honestly, if I didn't get that call, I would have continued talking to you".

Again, her words sent chills through my entire body and made me instantly think of the bartender at Chrome. He was right. She was into me. I think she still is too. The thought of this made me blush hard. Trying to conceal it, I picked up my glass and took another sip of champagne. This girl really makes me jittery. Only in the best way of course.

"So. Emily. What do you do for a living?" she asks looking genuinely interested.

Suddenly I can feel my walls building up. Why is this happening I think to myself? For God sakes she's right in front of me, wanting to get to know me, and now I'm freezing up. Don't close up. Open up and be honest I chant to my inner thoughts. You've been nuts about this girl. Now damnit Emily, stop being afraid. There could be something to this connection with this girl.

"I'm a model. I'm pretty well known for it too" I replied. Realizing how awful that sounded, I hurriedly continued, "Wait. I'm sorry. That came out wrong. I didn't mean it like that. That made me sound snotty and egotistical. I just meant that I'm not starting out. I'm established with a company". Great. Good job Emily. Now she's going to think I'm full of myself.

Reaching over the table, Alison gently squeezed my hand and said, "Emily. It's okay. Honestly. I didn't take it like that. You don't strike me as your stereotypical, self-absorbed model. I'm sorry that I'm not familiar with your work. I wouldn't mind looking at some though".

Taking a huge sigh of relief I pull out my phone to show her some of my favorites when a voice over the microphone interrupts me. "Alright ladies. Times up. Thank you for coming tonight. We hope you've made a connection with someone here tonight. Safe travels home".

Times up already?! I frantically look up at her and said, "Alison, I don't mean to be forward or assuming, but I'd really like to keep talking to you. I don't know, there's just something about you that I really like and I'd like to see where this goes. What do ya say?" Please, please, please say yes I think to myself!

Smiling a sexy little smirk, Alison replied, "No. I don't think you're being too forward. How about a walk in Central Park? It's not far from here and it's quiet at this time of night".

Oh thank God! She wants to keep talking too. And that smile and the way she's looking at me right now is driving me up the wall. Alison is a sexy woman, no doubt about that.