Divine Complement

7 - Good Luck

Marietta did not know me.  She did not know me at all.  She was showing me pictures of him on the way to this so-called ‘date’.

First of all, this guy had blonde, curly hair.  I did not like blonde, curly hair on guys. 

Secondly, he looked like he was too good for anyone.  She knows I absolutely hate self-absorbed people. 

And third, he was too muscular.  Yes, too muscular.  It made his clothes look too small on him.  I didn’t exactly care for way too muscular guys.  Some guys looked like they could break your neck just by laying a finger on you.  Yeah, no thanks. 

The only thing I liked on Grant was his eyes.  His gray, identical to silver, eyes.  I have never seen eyes that looked like that. 

First, Brennen’s unique eyes, and then Grant’s eyes.  Was I in beautiful eye heaven?

“Go get him tiger!”  She chuckled as I stepped out of the car.  I glared at her and muttered a ‘fuck you’ as she drove away. 

I was hoping Brennen would text me.  We had been texting all week, and of all days he wouldn’t text me today? Okay!

I awkwardly straightened my maroon colored dress as I stepped inside the restaurant.  Fancy.  My black heels were silent against the carpet by the podium to great the guests.

“Good evening, ma’am,” the hostess stated.  “Reservation?”  I nodded then realized I forgot Grant’s last name.  My memory is horrible. 

I will never forget that day at the park.  Shaking the memory, I reached for my phone and looked at Marietta’s text.

“Grant… Barker.”  I said. “I’m here for Grant Barker.”  The old guy nodded curtly and I followed him to the table.  I studied the people around me as I walked to the table.  Classy, elegant, and stylish.  I probably couldn’t afford some of this stuff if I sold my soul.

“Your date has arrived, Mr. Barker.”  Grant looked up and smugly smiled before turning his attention back to his phone.  The old guy, Lionell, nudged me and whispered a ‘good luck’ before walking off. 

I stifled a laugh and sat down in the booth we had.  Booths bring back memories. 

Not the time to think about Brennen.

After about five minutes, Grant still paid no attention to me.  I cleared my throat.

“Hello,” I stated.  Honestly, I was nervous.  This guy carried himself like he could sue me if I stepped on his shoe.  He was obviously some type of royalty by the way people eyed our sitting area.  That either meant he is royalty or he just never went on dates.

“Are you Aubrey?”  I nodded and gave him a small smile.

“You are gorgeous!”  He exclaimed and I awkwardly laughed.  He seemed like he was waiting for me to tell him he was gorgeous, too.  He had his head planted across his own interlaced fingers with a smug smile.

“Thanks,” I side eyed him.  “This place is gorgeous.”  His smile dropped and he signaled for a waiter.

Oh, this night would be lovely.

*

Contrary to me thinking this night would suck ass, it actually turned out quite nice. 

There were some parts where I wanted to stab myself with a fork and him also, but other than those few times, it went smoothly. 

He dropped subtle flirtatious comments, and I tried to return them.

“Your smile could light up the sky, Miss Aubrey.”