Steve ask Natasha's services to accompany him to his ex-girlfriend's wedding but will he find the closure he's looking for? will he be able to move on from his past love?
watched this movie "The Wedding Date" and got inspiration for this story.
Later that evening Natasha was getting out of the taxi cab and smiling at the driver as she paid him his fare. Making her way to the hotel entrance, she couldn't help but admire the sun as it began to set. It cast an orange glow over the top of the large brick building and as she approached the sliding doors, she adjusted the shoulder strap on her black knee-length dress. Her heels clicked against the white marble floor of the lobby and she discreetly glanced around to see if there was anyone who appeared to be waiting. She hadn't gotten a description of the man she was supposed to be meeting and she didn't have a clue as to who she was looking for.As she slowly approached the reception desk, Natasha hesitated unsure what to do. The grey haired middle-aged woman behind the desk smiled at her politely, catching her attention. Natasha returned her smile and was just about to ask her if there was somewhere she could wait when she felt a light tap upon her shoulder.
"Excuse me but you wouldn't happen to be looking for me, would you?"
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Natasha shivered slightly, the low deep tone of the voice behind her causing the hairs to rise on the back of her neck. She breathed in the faint smell of his cologne as she spun round on her heel. A pair of warm blue eyes watched her as he waited patiently for his answer. Natasha smiled as she quickly took in his appearance. He was tall and extremely broad. His pinstripe suit fitted his muscular frame perfectly. His blonde hair neatly combed. His face was lightly tanned and his thin beard neatly trimmed and as he returned her smile, his eyes crinkled at the corners. He was a very handsome man – there was no doubt about that. She cleared her throat as she tried her best to remain composed. Her manicured fingers clutched her purse tightly. "Well that all depends. Are you Steve Rogers?"
"The one and only." he grinned instantly putting her at ease. "I guess you must be Natasha."
She nodded her head and accepted the hand he held out towards her. She couldn't help but notice how soft his hand was. His grip was firm and assured. "Thank you for coming here tonight." he smiled as he gestured towards the bar. "Can I get you a drink?"
"Sure." Natasha walked by his side to the hotel bar. Steve pulled out a chair at an empty table by the large bay window. She smiled at him gratefully as she sat down. As Steve took the seat across from her, he lifted his hand and summoned a waiter. Natasha absently looked towards the window. The sun had almost set and despite the orange glow across the sky, it was getting dark. The street lights were lit all the way along the stone bridge and she saw spectators standing there admiring the sunset as it reflected off the water.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?"
Natasha turned and smiled at Steve. "It is. Sunset is my favorite time of the day."
Just then the waiter appeared at their table. The small, burly man smiled at Natasha. "Ma'am, can I take your order?" "I'll have a glass of dry white wine please." He nodded his head and turned to Steve. "Sir?" "A beer please. Bottled not draft." "Very good sir."The waiter nodded his head and left to get their drinks. A brief silence descended upon the table. Natasha watched as Steve's fingers began to fidget with the beer mat in front of him. She couldn't help but smile. Despite his confident aura, he was obviously feeling slightly uncomfortable. She decided to be the first one to break the ice. "So, tell me why we are here tonight." Steve looked up and smiled. He pushed the beer mat to the side. "A boring business dinner, I'm afraid." He paused as the waiter arrived placing their drinks upon the table. He smiled his thanks and turned his head to watch him leave. Natasha picked up her wine. The clear liquid sloshed against the sides of the glass."So what line of business are you in, Steve?" Her green eyes watched him as she took a mouthful of her drink. "I buy and sell companies." "What kind of companies?" "Companies that are in financial trouble. That's why we're here tonight. The guy I'm meeting is in real danger of the bank liquidating his business. I'm going to make him an offer he can't refuse." He grinned before taking a sip of his beer."
