Cupid Comes Home

Ryder

If it wasn't for the fact that i have a girl back home i would love to kiss her taste the sweetness of the sprite mixed with the burn of the vodka on her lips as my hands wrap around her waist pulling her up my body but I am not now nor have i ever been nor will be a cheater but god a man can dream cant he.

"so Ivy from the south what made you want to move all the way up to New York for school?"

"well the schools around where im from they just didnt offer the classes i want an i thought that it was time for a chance in my life an what better than to start that change in New York."

"thats what i thought when i joined the marines, all i wanted to do what see the world an look at me now im in japan talking to a pretty girl" she doesn't say anything but her cheeks blush a rosy color an she giggles an i love it

"so tell me whats Boston like? you have a bunch of mafia people running around getting killed by the saints?"

"no, their isn't well not that i know of, ill have to look into that an get back to you, but i love the movie your talking about."

"well, i would love to go to Boston an see the church from the first movie an be all silly, maybe run into an irishman an get him to say fucking russian in his accent."

"i like that idea i never would have thought about doing that, well what about the south do you have a bunch of walkers roaming around big ol plantations?"

"you watch the walking dead! i love that show! but no we dont have walkers but we do have plantations"

"excuse, so sorry but closing time." the chef says

"Would you like to go find something sweet to eat?" i ask her as i take both mine an her bills an pay for them both on my card

"you didnt have to do that i could have getting my own bill."

"nope i wanted to now do you want something sweet to eat yes or no?"

"i would love that actually. but im buying that." she says with a smile not fighting me on the bill matter but i can see she's not use to it but i'm surprised she not with how pretty she is i bet her boyfriend is always jealous when they go out.

Me being the gentleman that my mother raised me to be i hold out my arm for her to take an the moment her finger brush again my arm it feels like little fireworks being sent right up my arm to my heart making it skip a beat.

"so what would you like to eat that is sweet?"

"Well, i like frozen yogurt."

"then frozen yogurt it is."

We spent the better portion of the night talking an walking all around Tokyo, i have never connected with someone like i did to her not even my own girl an the worst part is were engaged.

 This girl tho theirs just something about her that draws me to her its like she doesn't try to be anyone she isn't she is just her she's real an the way she her eyes light up when she talks about her job an taking photos.