Endlessly

Reflexes

As Juliet left, everyone stared. She moved so gracefully across the iced sidewalk that I thought for a minute she might be skating. Her ivory hair flew behind her in the wind. I now noticed that she was wearing a long plum colored peacoat, so dark it was almost black, with a pair of heeled boots that reached her thighs. Every surface her feet touched became a catwalk. Too quickly, she faded out of sight.

"Damn it, I wanted her number." Ben mumbled in disappointment. I returned to reality shakily, not wanting to tear my eyes from the window in case she returned. Jim laughed.

"I don't know, she seems like a feisty one." The middle aged man chuckled. "Probably a hard woman to hold on to."

Boone's lips curled, revealing an easy grin. His big shoulders shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, I for one could handle her."

Again, the dark jealousy and possession whirled in my stomach. I didn't like the way his voice got so lustful when he spoke of her, like she was one night stand material. But then as I began to feel my body again, Juliet's power thawing out, I realized that there was a small card in my left palm. She must have sneakily transferred it to me when she grabbed my hands to leave. A flutter of surprise and pleasure hit me.

"What's that?" Danny asked suddenly, reading the joy on my face. Boone stood up and came to my side, curious. I flipped the small rectangular paper over, reading:

JULIET ROSALINE CASSIDY

PENNSYLVANIA BALLET

PRINCIPAL DANCER

My eyes bulged. Principal dancer? Pennsylvania Ballet?

Now I didn't know much anything about the ballet world. In fact, I was really only familiar with 'Angelina Ballerina' - the kids show about a dancing mouse. Melanie had watched it all the time when we were kids, not that I ever paid much attention. But growing up in Philadelphia, it was impossible not to know that the Pennsylvania Ballet was a huge deal. They practiced in the Academy of Music opera house here in the city, and it was known to be an extremely selective and competitive company. It was one of the most prestigious dance organizations in the country- a bragging right for Philly.

"She's a dancer, too? Holy shit, this is my dream girl." Jared spoke in awe. I continued to stare dumbly at the glossy grey card.

"I can't believe she left you her card, Kit. Especially after you choked." Boone teased, with a hint of frustration in his tone. I shot him a look, but quietly chuckled. Setting the paper on the bar counter, I then picked up my Blue Moon, taking a long swig.

"Honestly, I can't believe it either." I declared, shaking my head. "I've never seen someone so... so..."

"Perfect?" Ben offered. My pointer finger extended towards him.

"Exactly."

Eliott dropped a blue crayon down off the bar. I swooped below instinctively, grabbing it before it hit the ground. Living with a toddler had improved my reflexes over the years.

"Here you go bud." I handed it back to him, landing a soft kiss on his cheek. My baby brother hummed happily to himself as he doodled outside the lines.

Danny suddenly looked towards me, half serious. "Okay bro, for real: If you don't call her, I will."

I rolled my eyes, but stuffed the card protectively in the back pocket of my jeans. Calling his bluff, I asked him pointedly, "Oh yeah? What about Sierra, lover boy?"

Just as before, he reacted by furrowing his brows, an agitated expression contorting his face. Silence was his answer; it made the rest of us laugh. Another sip of beer slid down my throat.