A Little Break From Reality

Chapter 2

Jen's POV

My heart started to pound uncontrollably against my chest, I genuinely scared it would break free of its bony cage. What if he could hear my heart flutter violently and get louder with each step he took towards me? The man was crossing the café, his hair bouncing gently with each step he took towards me. Oh no, I thought, oh God, I shouldn't have stared. I just couldn't help it so I continue to stare at the flawless man that was getting closer and closer. I let my curious eyes wander up and down his body. The white t-shirt beneath his black leather fit tightly over his chest and allowed curious eyes to gaze upon his well toned chest, his muscles clear through the thin fabric. Oh, wow.

“Hello,” he whispered, his voice unsteady. He looked down, was he... Embarrassed?

“Hi,” I smiled at him. I felt my cheeks go red, he must think I was a creep.

“I... I couldn't help but notice... I was just over there and I saw... My names Tom.” He rambled nervously and thrust his hand towards me. I laughed quietly as I took his hand. I thought he was going for the generic hand shake but I was quite wrong. Instead he brought my hand to to his face and pressed his lips against the back of my hand causing my cheeks to turn an even deeper pink, if that were even possible.

“I'm... I'm Jen,” I stammered looking up at him, equally as embarrassed as he was. Wow, he was tall towering over me as I sat back in my chair. He was easily six foot.

“Heh... I saw you and,” He laughed, running his hands through his hair, “please excuse me, I just came over to...” He continued but I cut him off.

“Fancy a drink sometime?” His eyes lit up at my question and he smiled a half smile.

“You took the words out of my mouth. I'd love that.”

Tom's POV

The girl wrote her name, address and number on a tissue and hugged me quickly before she had to leave. Jen wrote her name on the tissue in cute font and her letters curled and flicked at every available point. Such a beautiful name. We had arranged to out out for dinner Friday, I offered to collect her at seven. I could hardly contain my excitement. I wanted to talk to her, to get to know her. Although I had just met her, there was something that drew me to her, something that I couldn't describe. She was something wonderful, or at least so my heart told me. You should follow your heart and not your mind, a quote I read somewhere.

Eventually, Friday arrived. I slipped into a neatly pressed black suit with a white shirt, hoping I looked good enough for my evening out with Jen. I decided I would take her to a small restaurant on the edge of town. I had reserved a table by the window that overlooked the lake, you know, to make our evening a little bit more romantic. I've always thought myself as a sort of hopeless romantic, or so I would like to think. I liked the idea of bringing a girl flowers when she was upset and bring over movies and comfort food when she was sick.

Jen's POV

I paced about my room in my black, laced underwear, trying my hardest to figure out what the hell I was going to wear. I had to look my best tonight. I wanted my outfit to shine. I had to look my best for Tom. I pulled on a tight purple dress, that came down to my knees and clung comfortably to my body like a second skin. “I think I look okay,” I said out loud as I checked myself out in my mirror. I could only hope Tom would think the same.

My door bell rang at seven o'clock and I rushed to the door to greet tom. He stood there, smiling contently to himself, as I opened the door. He looked extraordinary in his neatly tailored, black suit. If only men had the slightest idea the effects a well tailored suit had on us girls. A suit to us had the effect that sexy lingerie hand on men. His hair was carefully combed back and he wore this perfect smile I was beginning to become familiar with.

“You look absolutely beautiful.”

“Really?” I felt my cheeks begin to burn, “Thank you. You look very handsome.” I stated. He smiled and stared into my eyes, his eyes mimicking the smile that stretched across his lips. I couldn't help but lose myself in them. A smile crept across my face.

“Shall we?” He asked whilst taking my arm in his. He lead me to his car, opened the door and helped me inside like a true gentleman. He got in and we took off, making small talk. I had no idea where we were going so once the conversation died down, I sat back in my chair quietly as watching my surroundings skip by in a blur.