I could tell that she was feeling everything that I was, and after spending a month questioning whether or not we'd ever be a thing, I suddenly felt like we were inevitable.
She pulled me closer and kissed me slowly, her hands in my hair again. We...
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In the early 1600s, William Shakespeare wrote a play called The Tempest. It begins on a ship caught in a violent storm, with Alonso, the king of Naples on board. On an island nearby, there is the exiled duke of Milan, named Prospero. He is on this island with his teenage daughter, Miranda. As the storm continues, Prospero tells Miranda that he has caused the storm using his magical powers. He explains why he has caused the storm, telling his daughter that the men on board the ship are his enemies. He also explains that he is the rightful duke of Milan, but that 12 years ago his brother Antonio betrayed him, seizing his hand title and property.
The play continues with Prosperos' enemies being washed ashore and split into groups. Prospero uses his powers to manipulate, enlighten, and teach the others. His daughter Miranda falls in love with Ferdinand, the son of the current duke, Alonso. After many magical events, the play ends with Prospero being granted his rightful position as the Duke of Milan.
"Wow," Charlotte leaned over in the dark theatre as everyone in the audience gave their applause, "that was, deep."
I nodded in agreement before realizing that she probably couldn't see me, "Yeah it was interesting, sort of elementary though."
She laughed as the curtains closed and the lights turned on one after the other, I stayed seated while everyone else hurried towards the exit. I could tell it was her first time seeing a play, she was intrigued during the entire thing. Whenever Prospero put a spell on Alonso or Antonio, she would sit up on the edge of her seat. I couldn't help but watch from the corner of my eye in awe, it was odd seeing someone so hype over an old Shakespearean play.
When the theater was empty enough, I stood and headed for the auditorium exit. Charlotte followed behind, but not too close. I knew she was nervous as to what was going to happen next, because so was I.
There were a number of things that I could do. I could keep this confidence up and ask her to lunch with me, or I could wave her goodbye and risk never speaking with her again.
Once the sun hit our skin, we stopped at the top of the grand theater steps. She tucked a strand of her metallic hair behind her ear, "Uh, well... thanks for being the first person to take me to a real broadway play."
I smiled at her genuine gratitude, "Of course, it's something everyone should experience at least once."
A light breeze took her short cropped hair by storm, "I guess, I'll get back to being Carlos -"
"Would you like to grab some lunch with me?" I cut off her departure statement without even thinking.
She paused, likely weighing her options. The fact that this was all awkward to me, made it clear that she was probably ten times more weirded out.
Her facial expression shifted several times before she dropped both of her hands and shrugged, "Fuck it, let's get lunch Talia!"
I laughed and we both descended down the theater steps. I could not believe any of this was happening, I mean, what were the chances of me getting in an Uber with Charlotte as the driver?!
