Scarlett Crawford, a widowed mother with a young daughter depending on her, struggling to keep her life and emotions in check, but with the help of her best friend and her big brother she does what she can. But will a chance encounter with an attrac...
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Noah
When we arrived at Stellina, I guided Scarlett from the car park to the front of the cottage-turned-restaurant by placing my hand on her lower back. I could feel her body heat even through her long jacket. We waited briefly for the young girl at the counter to wrap up the phone reservation and show us to our table. We were in a small room to the rear of the cottage that only housed another three tables. It was a warm, comfortable atmosphere, though I hoped it wouldn't be too busy or too loud.
My hopes were quickly dashed as the room next to ours burst into a variation of happy laughs, though all quite loud.
"If it's too noisy we can g..." and I completely lost my train of thought when I turned to Scarlett to see she was sitting at our table and had removed her jacket to reveal a, well, a revealing white shirt that she'd tucked into a super sexy leather skirt. Her shirt was almost completely open apart from a single button just above her skirt and when she twisted to rest her elbow in the arm of her chair, I caught sight of her left breast.
"Uh, Scarlett...I don't...you...I... You look incredible." I finally got the words out and could feel my face was on fire.
"Thank you, Noah, I thought since I seem to be feeling bold today that I'd take a risk, and I can see that it's, um, clearly paid off." Scarlett's eyes darted quickly down then, just as quickly back to meet mine. I frowned and looked down.
"Oh my god." I quickly spun away to hide that I had been betrayed by myself. Thankfully not fully betrayed, but enough. "Scarlett, I'm so sorry. Oh god, this is so awkward."
"Noah, Noah it's fine. Really, just sit down and maybe it'll sort itself out." Scarlett giggled. As I tried to sit down, a waitress arrived quizzing us about drinks. Alcohol. Just give me all the alcohol, I thought, but ordered a Peroni after Scarlett ordered a white wine.
A few minutes of awkward silence passed after the waitress returned with our drinks, I sighed as I could tell Scarlett was trying not to laugh.
"Ok, get it out." I sat back in my chair and smiled as Scarlett laughed at me. The Captain hadn't gone against orders, so to speak, since early high school, which I was grateful for. However, now was not the right time for an uprising. I was embarrassed, mortified even, but I couldn't help but laugh at my own misfortune. By the time Scarlett settled down, I had too.
"Oh Noah, I'm so sorry," she was still trying to suppress her laughter, "Are you, um, ok now?" Scarlett shot me a million-dollar smile and I almost wasn't ok.
"Ha ha, yes I'm ok now. I'm humiliated, but I'm ok. Certainly, a good ice breaker for a first date. Oh Jesus, I didn't mean it like that! I'm just going to stop talking now." As Scarlett, again, erupted into laughter at my expense.
After a little while, we calmed down and fell into a good rhythm of conversation. Scarlett telling me a bit more about her job as an interior decorator, me telling her about Ireland. We ordered some starters to share and ate while we spoke, continuing the rhythm.
