A Path Crossed Over

.2.

Pervasive grasslands reached far and out. Low-lying mountains stood proudly in the distance. The plane now lowered, starting to descend some more. Once landed, Sarah gathered her things and made a big stretch. The solitude on the plane was much needed, as she had the window seat, with a napping elderly lady next to her. Now, she had to come out of her reclusive shell.  

She went through the basic routines, at the airport. Boring, drawl, tedious. Jubilance rushed over her, once Bratley's Kennel found its way back into her dominant  hand. After everything was gathered her parents payed for a rental car, and they made their way to the hotel. 

Cobbled streets bustled with activity as the rented Acura drove on. Buildings zoomed past, their architecture being more vintage and rustic the the ones in Sarah's hometown. They took a left turn and meandered towards a bridge. The bridge curved over a canal. The water looked still, crisp. Boats causally strolled by through the canal, their passengers looking calm, and centered. 

Finally, they made their destination. Luckily Sarah would have her own room. She preferred it that way anyways. 

The first  thing she she did, was of course release Bratley from his sheltered box. He skittered across the floor, his paws padding against it in a quick burst. He then dove for the curtains, pulling himself up in a mad dash. Sarah plopped down on the bed, and gathered her thoughts. She had two weeks here, and no idea how her time would be spent. 

A tap at her door, broke her thoughts. Without haste, she got up to answer the door. Slowly rising up, then taking her sweet time to answer it.

"So..." Her mom said. "We were thinking of grabbing a bite down the street once we are all settled in. Will probably leave in about an hour. I expect your presence." The last sentence voiced, as if it were a question.  

"Yeah, sure." Said Sarah, with an unrestrained nod. 

After her mom left, she went back to the bed. She got herself comfy, and pulled the covers around her. A clicking noise popped off the end of her tongue, as she patted at a spot beside her. Bratley hopped off the curtains, then plunged himself under the blankets. Happy rattling noises escaped his nose, as his face nuzzled against  Sarah. He hopped on her chest, making a pin cushion out of it with his paws. Eventually Bratley spun one circle, then laid his body flat against Sarah's chest. His eyelids shut, and the purrs got progressively lower. 

💕********* 

Sarah kept quiet through the dinner. Her belly now full, she began to pick at her food as a distraction. 

"So my first game is Friday night." Said Drew

"Are you nervous." His mom asked, her knife slicing at her medium rare steak. A portain of meat met her mouth with a fork. She chased it down with a glass of merlot. 

"Well... A little, I guess." Said Drew.

"You will do great, love." Said Gloria, Almost as if she were about to coo like a dove. 

If Drew was nervous, he hid it well. His face remained stolid, composed. He took a long swig of beer, drips of condensation cascaded slowly down the brown bottle. A smile formed. glimmering eyes accompanied the gleeful look. 

A plump waitress made her way towards the table. A scrumptious, decadent chocolate cake balanced on her shoulder. The conversation's subsided while every one dug in

Sarah took a bite, and savored the moist, rich dessert. The chocolate frosting melted in her mouth. An orgasmic feeling took over her taste buds. Her belly was full, but she always had room for cake, always. She even grabbed herself a second slice. 

Empty plates were collected, and her dad payed the bill. Now what? Sarah could take a walk, do some sight seeing. Maybe do a pub crawl, partake in the Irish nightlife. A ride through the canal. The list fell endless, but the only thing Sarah really wanted to do was sit inside, cuddle with her furry friend and watch a movie. Maybe she will explore tomorrow, maybe. 

💕...........

The hotel doors opened, and Sarah made a casual stride. Her phone buzzed, making her back pocket light up. 

                 So jealous, OMG are you there yet!

Sarah gave her head a shake, as her fingers pounded at the screen. 

                 Yup, got in a few hours ago. 

Not a moment later, her phone started to vibrate. 

             WTF! Seriously, your just telling me now. How                 is it there, lots of castles. OMG I think Brian is                 going to propose.😢

A half smile escaped the corner of her mouth. Of course Lily and Brian would be getting married. They have only been together, for what seemed like a century. Sarah never really got it though. They argued all the time, was that supposed to be portrayed as love? She couldn't ever see herself getting married, let alone in a relationship. Her dating life had been either chaotic or barren. At this moment, she preferred the latter. Less heartbreak that way. She also had pride in her self independence. She didn't need anyone. Just her, and Bratley. He wouldn't ever hurt her, or walk away. 

                OH, and your just telling me... that now.          Congrats though. Should be a fun wedding. It's nice here, lots of older buildings you would probably love it. Haven't  seen a castle yet.

Sarah read over the messages, not paying any attention. She made her way towards her room when THUNK, She walked right into someone, back facing her. They toppled over. Her knees hit the hard ground below with a monumental smack. Obviously embarrassed, Sarah's eyes reverted to the ground. A strong hand came towards her, offering to help her up. 

Dark,stormy,blue eyes searched back at her. They were paired with a strong jaw, and prominent brow. Stubble formed on the handsome face, slightly lighter then the dark brown hair on his head. Her heart stopped, then moved in rapid succension's. Her Head grew weary, and everything seemed so familiar. 

She stands in a daze, as she tries to figure out these feelings. This man, this place, it all seemed to carry some recognization. She knew that couldn't be right. She has never been to Ireland before. This man is nothing but a stranger. A gorgeous one, but a stranger nonetheless. 

"You ok, miss"his Irish accent was thick, tantalizing. 

Sarah gave him a nod. He reciprocated with a nod of his own. He turned on his heel, but then, turned back towards her. His eyes scanned her face, they seemed to be searching for something. 

"Is it really you." He asked.