I walked forward through the rusty old door, not knowing what to expect. The room was dark and dainty, with the aroma of old earth. I scan the room and see out dated furniture, no one in sight either. The note I'm holding in my hand said to come this far, to this exact location. What now though? 133 fair lane, last building on the left purple old door. Well, this is definitely it.. "hmm." "There you are." A deep, but delicate voice calls out to me. "Uhm, yeah.. I made it just like the note said. 12:00pm sharp, why can't I see you?" I speak slowly, as I start to fidget with anticipation. A slow rumble of a giggle fills the room, and warms me to my core. "Why, I am right here." A slender younger man steps out of the shadows in the corner of the room. He is very poise, toned, and simply beautiful. But in a way I've never seen before. The note that is now wadded up in my hand, I received the night before. It was laying on my front step with no other explanation except the scent of muskiness and a single small purple flower. I surely had no idea what to expect, but this intriguing man was definitely not it! "I'm sure you are wanting to know why I've chose you.." He leads off, as he begins to close the distance between us. It feels as if electricity is feeling the room. His face structured, but soft. Hair a light brown that falls to one side, a small sprig framing his face. Eyes intense and endless, like arctic waters. Charisma smooth and timeless, like he's lived many lives. A small curve near the end of his lips appear as if he senses my approval of him. "Chosen? Like did I win something?" I awkwardly make out as I start to blush, I quickly stare at the floor trying to hide the redness flowing through my cheeks. A warmth begins to build inside me as he adjusts his coat and says, "I've been watching you for awhile now Saige. I have a lot in store for us." My mind is flooded with a million questions!? He knows my name, he's been watching me? In store for us!? Wait he said US? That's what stumped me the most, he said us... I found myself oddly enough fascinated by this man, and with the term us. Someone I've never met that's been "watching" me. And I want to know more about the us part? Something has to be wrong with me? Why would someone like him be watching me? And want us? Why do I want it? I've been led astray, broken and hurt many times before. But somehow what ever this man has to offer, I want to know more. I want to know him more, drawn like a moth to a flame. I'm already entangled in this man I've never met, this stranger. And I want more.
