Luck had nothing to do with the beautiful flower that was holding on to his shirtsleeve, trailing after, trying to catch up with him. For Wesley and his long time friend Elizabeth there was no surfaced romance. At least none that Wesley could seem to recognize. Elizabeth was simply radiating the strongest of feelings and depositions for Wesley at almost every second. Oblivious to say the least Wesley had no idea that the joyful Elizabeth was not only chasing him down the side street in New York to the local ‘O’Riley’s Gold Tap Pub’ but was also chasing his heart. Although he was clueless to this he wanted her to have his heart. He had fantasies and dreams about Elizabeth and himself sharing moonlight dances and kisses by the bay. Wesley would never admit it though. You don’t date your friends and he wasn’t about to show his feelings for her. The deeper part of him did wish that Elizabeth loved him and would ‘make the first move’. She won’t so he’ll have to release his most important secret.
As the pitter patter of Elizabeth’s 1970 buckle down boots, clotted across the paste grey sidewalk, several birds few of the street and into the sky as the sun pulled its way through the clouds toward the horizon. Elizabeth looked up and was lost in they sky. She released Wesley’s sleeve stopping just a few yards away from the old pub. As Wesley pealed open the tattered door he gestured for Elizabeth, who he believed to have been still frolicking towards their usual destination, to enter only to see an empty void in which his dear friend was supposed to occupy. His eyes traced and drew new lines to Elizabeth as the fluttering of wings echoed in the distance. In the moment he couldn’t help but let his eyes follow all the way from her match fire red boots to her golden brown hair. Her skintight black leggings disappeared under her knee length red skirt, which gave way to her brown trench coat. Well not exactly her brown trench coat but it was being borrowed from Wesley. He had no problems lending it to her though because every time he could steal a look at her in that over sized brown trench coat all he wanted to do was slowly slide his hands around her back and pull her in for a kiss. The investment in lending the coat was well worth it, although it pained him to know, after the thought that he could never kiss her no matter how ravishing she looked as she stared off into the beautiful 6 o’clock sky.
As the whisper of flapping wings faded Elizabeth slowly pivoted to face Wesley. At this time her best features were now present. Here gorgeous deep brown eyes framed by her thick charcoal eyebrows stared longingly yet softly into the heavens. To Wesley her most beautiful feature about her was not her slight tan touched skin tone or angel sculpted face but her smile. As she came into full view again he couldn’t help but hold a quick smile of his own before letting it fly away as the birds did.
“What are you staring at you creep?” Elizabeth said jokingly as she put on a playful mask and glided towards Wesley. “Take a picture, it will last longer.” She pulled the edge of her skirt down as if to cover up more of her legs. “I hate skirts, I always feel so exposed in them.” Her mask vanished quickly and in its place a dark sentiment rested.
“I don’t have my camera which is a shame because you look so good in them.” Wesley said as he pulled the door open farther and gestured for her entrance. She complied and walked into the bar. Wesley, catching one last glimpse of the fresh and humid springtime air, strolled in after her.
“Is that why you’re making me wear it, so you can admire me in it while my eyes are elsewhere?” Elizabeth asked while bridging one eyebrow.
“Not at all,” Wesley lied, “it is because we are celebrating, remember? And this is the closest thing to party attire you own.”
“Well I’m sorry I haven’t had much time for shopping because of my studies.” Elizabeth commented as she removed brown trench coat to reveal, a very modest, red blouse that Wesley thought only added to her higher form of beauty.
