Her

I Talked To Her

Since I seen her at the mailbox I was thinking about her, well , her eyes. I wanted to drown in them, I wanted to be up close staring at them. Why is she making me think like this ? I am a man ! A handsome wealthy 24 year old man ! I don't get wooed by women I woo them but damn this , this was something. She isn't a woman, no because women don't do this to me. She's an angel, an angel with pretty brown eyes. I was off today but I had to meet my assistant Sasha at nine for a run-down on company business. My phone starts ringing, its Sasha. To cancel ? I hope not.

"Hello"

"Hey. Mr. Garrison its 9:30, where are you?"

"9:30 ?! damn I'm on my way"

"Alright , ill be waiting"

Where the fuck has the time gone ? oh no I didn't just spend two hours thinking of her. "What's this girl doing to me ." I think as I go take a shower. How can I see her again, I can't keep doing the mailbox thing.

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I get in the car and drive two blocks away to Starbucks. Sasha has a thing about being at work and seeing people when she doesn't have to. The fuck is her problem ? I don't know but she makes a hell of a assistant. She's smart , clever , gorgeous , funny and everything else. Why she is working for me and not running someone ? I don't know. I grab my briefcase get out the car and walk inside. I spot Sasha as soon as I walk in, she looks good. I would never hit on her though she seems like she would have me running for my money and company. I doubt if she would want me, she knows how I am.

I walk over to her and she smells wonderful. She has her laptop up and papers on the table. I put my breifcase down and tell her im going to get some coffee. To my surprise I see 'HER', she's sitting at the table with a man and woman. Well damn she has a boyfriend and she's meeting his mother or its her parents. If I could see the mans face then I could give myself an answer but I can't.

"I'll take your order now what will you have?"

She isn't dressed up but she isn't anything like this morning. She's wearing a pink long sleeve shirt, blue jeans and brown uggs with white fur at the top. I can see that she has a blue jean jacket laid across her lap.

"Sir, I can take your order now"

Oh, shit , how long has she been talking to me. She isn't too bad looking herself.

"Um. I'll have two iced caramel macchiatos and a bagel....please"

"Ok sir that'll be 6.59"

I reach into the pocket , pull out my wallet and give her my card. She hands it back along with my receipt, I thank her. Then I turn my attention back to 'HER'. By the looks of it she is happy her caramel colored skin is warm like her eyes. Her eyes are bright like she has a lot in store for the future.

"Erin" the waiter calls out

She jumps up, her teeth are white and her body is amazing. Running up and down the street did her body good. How did I not notice this before her hair is long , flowing and black. shit I'm staring, I grab my phone and look at it.

"Thanks" I hear her say. I look up and smile at her "Hey ! you look familiar. Have we met ?"

Is she talking to me ? of course ! "This morning while you were running"

"Rrrriight you clean up nice. I'm Erin , I just moved there almost a month now"

"really ? I'm Matthew"

"here you are sir two iced caramel macchiatos and one bagel" the waiter said.

"Thank You"

"Well it was nice to finally meet a neighbor. Hope to talk soon." she said starting to walk away.

"nice to meet you too, see you later" Damn her voice even sounds like an angel , I go back to sit with Sasha.

"here I got you coffee too"

"Thank you Mr.Garrison, you didn't have too"

"its fine, was I up there long ?"

"no but it looks like you've been wooed and that's new for you"

Even Sasha could tell so it must be true. The rest of the morning we spent talking business. Well Sasha was talking business, I was thinking Erin.