It was a warm summer’s eve, the waves caressed the golden sea shore, golden light dimmed slowly as the sun slipped behind the horizon. I stood on the shore, clutching a bottle with a note trapped inside, deciding whether or not to release this idea to the world.
“Anastasia! We’re going now!” My mother called to me from the car, I jumped and turned to see my mom waving from the convertible.
“Coming!” I yelled back, and in that quick brief moment, I decided to toss the bottle into the retreating sea. It was swept away lovingly, and drifted away on the frothy surface of the water. I let a satisfied sigh escape me, i had done something ridiculous and carefree of my own free will for the first time in my life. I grinned, picked up my sandals and ran back to the car, my feet sinking into the luscious golden sand.
“What took so long?! We’re gonna miss our flight!” My mom scolded me, I tried to suppress my grin from the guilty pleasure I took from the bottle. “What did you throw into the water?” she asked suspiciously.
“Just a note in a bottle...” I replied, she huffed a little, but drove out of the little car park over-looking the stunning view and sped towards the car hire place, and then we hopped onto a bus to go to the air port. And before I knew what was happening, we were sped away from this paradise island back to LA, America.
Almost year later, at 12 noon, on the 9th of February (my birthday), I was sitting in my favourite book shop, ready to while the afternoon away reading the wonders of many a book around me. No matter how much I tried to lose myself in the beautifully written pages, my mind was full of anticipation and wonderment. Who may come in through the door, if anyone?
By about 3 in the afternoon, I wondered what I had put on the note. I was sure I specified the exact address, and I was sure that the description I gave of myself was accurate; curly red head, wears dresses a lot, average height and weight, reading a book in the corner.
“Don’t you worry now little missy, I’m sure they’re just running late.” My wise old friend who ran the book store, Mr. Leary, comforted me.
“Maybe, but who can be running this late?” I sighed, leaning my head on my hand.
“Maybe the person that found the note doesn’t have enough money to fly all the way to LA?” He suggested, chuckling sadly.
“How could I be so stupid?!” I exclaimed; the major flaw in a once perfect plan.
“Not stupid, just...” He thought really hard. “Unwise?” He suggested finally.
“Oh well, that’s that then.” I sighed, getting up to go home. “Thank you for letting me hide-out here for the afternoon, if someone does come in, could you give them my number please?” I smiled thinly.
“Sure. I’ll see you soon.” He replied, seeing me out the door.
I walked out with my head down, I turned the corner and went smack into someone. “Oh my god I’m so sorry!” I apologised immediately.
“It’s fine.” A young man replied, his voice was low and smooth. I looked up and was met with a pair of perfect blue eyes, I caught my breath and stood back a bit. “Ana.. Anastasia?” He asked, looking me up and down.
“Um, yes?” I replied timidly. “Did you get my note in the bottle?!” I exclaimed excitedly, a huge grin spreading across my face.
“Yes! I did!” He grinned, giving me an excited hug, I returned it excitedly. “It’s so nice to finally meet you! I loved the poem, it was so... liberating.” He pulled away, I got a good look at him this time. He was at least 6ft, very slightly toned, pale skin and a beautiful face with those amazingly hypnotic blue eyes. He wore black skinnies, converse and a plain black t-shirt with a black leather jacket, there was a hint of eyeliner and mascara, emphasising his eyes even more.
