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"Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appe...
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The days went on until they turned into weeks, letting the rain drench the entirety of the city. This could be alluded to the mood I felt when I lost connection with the sparks, gloomy. It was like I had known him for years or something, deeply hurt by the dullening words he spoke that night.
I knew I was merely dramatizing the little situation, seeing as I barely even knew the guy.
But I think at that point in time I was infatuated with the fact of getting closer to the butterflies and feeling those weird tingles run up my arms even by the slightest touch. It was like my mind couldn't accept the fact that he didn't want anything to do with me, constantly reminding me in every situation. Whether it was seeing my boss wearing the same colored tie or just drinking a shot of vodka, everything was an indication of him.
My imagination finally started to cool down after a while, allowing me the ability to not gloom over the idea of him. Instead it allowed me to write to my potential and fuel my feelings through the works my boss assigned. It was like I had a spark in writing again, something I began to lose after writing too many articles.
Nevertheless, today was one of the day's where I was gleaming, having a beam on my face as I typed up a summary for Mr. Bradford. It was towards the end of the work day, seeing the sun settling to the west of the sky creating a beautiful image out of the big windows.
"Miss Hollis," The elegant voice echoed through the halls, capturing my attention. Not even a moment later, the posh man made his entrance into my glass-walled office. "I need a favor from you."
My brow perked up at this, seeing as my hands were resting on the keys to his summary he barely ordered. I removed my fingers and shifted my chair so I was now directly facing him, letting out a little 'hmm' which led him to saunter to my door and briefly shut it.
At this point, I was engrossed as our communications were usually perceptible to any of the open offices and even people walking down the corridor. When he turned back around, he had this expression of apprehensiveness, threading his usual straight hands together.
"For starters, I just want to let you know that this by no means is asking more than it really is. It's all on the surface, alright?" This confused me but I only nodded, urging him to continue. "Ok, there's this convention tonight and the publication is having me write the article about it... I don't know-it's beyond me why they didn't ask the article writers. Anyways, I needed a date and I know you're really good at what you do-you give me ideas and enhance my abilities." He paused, analyzing my face with a hopeful look.
"It would just be wonderful if you could be my date, tonight. I don't mean it in the pleasurable way, just the formal, business way." At this point, his words were stringing together and the nervousness was evident in his voice.
He seemed flustered about the whole thing, appearing as though he was holding his breath for my answer. I chuckled and brought a smile to my face, flattered that he would consider me. "Of course I'll go."
