"So, are you in?" he asked, his tone gentle, but the patience in his voice was slipping.
She took a moment to mull it over, and finally met his piercing blue eyes.
"Yes," she replied, with a shaky breath, and he let out a contented sigh.
"But unde...
- Day I Fall In Love {James Ingram & Dolly Parton}
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I WASN'T asking for trouble, nor was I looking for it.
Trouble just...found me in particular.
I suppose this is one of those moments where I start talking about superstitions such as walking under a ladder, or crossing the path of a black cat. But none of it ever happened.
More ironically, it wasn't a gloomy day. It was actually quite sunny. It was all fun and games until I decided it was time for me to get a job. I was 18, and haven't been given the honor of relating to the dreaded job life.
That was all about to change, hopefully.
It's nice to be able to come to my parents if I ever need anything, but I didn't want to be that girl who relied on her parents for everything. There was just something so refreshing and liberating about earning your own money; the freedom, independence.
Seeing as I was already decently dressed, I walked downstairs and hopped into my car, having one place in mind. But before I began job searching, chocolate anything was the first move.
I parked outside the local grocery store a few minutes away, and went in to claim my sugary goodness. Although, I had to find where they were first. My first natural instinct was to check up front by the registers, where they would most likely be. It soon dawned on me that I was, indeed, very wrong.
From what the impatient, rude cashier told me - besides the fact that I was utterly stupid - the 'gross' candy was kept on the other side of the store, in aisle 12. I located the chocolate immediately, and did a small victory dance. Of course, my flailing arms knocked over a glass jar of jarred cherries, and my instant reflex reached out and grasped the doomed jar before it shattered and made an oozing, thick mess.
I sent a quick thank you to the great gods above, and proceeded to the check-out line. The lines weren't all that long, and I soon found myself walking out of the store, bag in hand, sporting a smile and thinking of the rich, heavenly taste of milk chocolate.
Opening the car, I set the bag aside and kicked the gear into reverse, only to be met with the sound of scraping metal, and the colorful profanities tinted with a male's voice. Momentarily panicking, I rushed around the car and stared at the dent I had created in what seemed to be a 1993 Mazda RX-7.
A male, around my age, with a 6' frame, dark hair, defined face and body, was in a kneeling position, and sprung to his feet when he saw me standing there, one hand on my erratically beating heart, the other over my mouth.
