I’ll give Daniel the fact that he is VERY attractive, but Nathan had him beat. I don’t understand why I can't just erase him from my mind. His structured lean face. His crystal blue eyes that sent shivers down my spine. His thick, soft, black, boyish hair that I wanted to tangle my hand through. His tall and muscled physique that contrasted my small body frame. Why couldn't he just go away? He's stayed with me and tortured my heart the day I met him nine years ago. Tonight I need him out of my thoughts and Daniel was going to do just that.
Daniel and I walked side by side through the streets of Chicago. He started a simple small talk and this carried on for what seemed like forever, in a good way.
“So Isabel, what do you do? He started
“I work in the hospital as a neurologist, you?”
“We got a smart one here don't we?” He smiled, “I’m a chef”
That’s pretty hot, I’ll have to admit.
“Thank you” he laughed lightly
“Oh my god, did I really just say that aloud?” I stopped and covered my mouth; a blush crept up to my face.
“Honestly I’m flattered, Isabel”
“Well you’ll have to cook for me one day”
“How about now?’’ He asked
“But it’s practically midnight”
“It’s never too late to eat” He grinned
“I haven't eaten yet, why not?”
He linked his arm with mine and he led the way to his apartment. He continued talking in a twenty-question manner. I learnt that his full name is Daniel Andrews, his favorite color is red, he has a German Shepherd named Truffle, he is twenty-eight years old, he loves wine, and he secretly loves the movie 27 Dresses. Once we reached his place I was immediately greeted by Truffle. I bent down and scratched the back of his ear, as he licked almost every inch of my face. I got up and walked towards the counter top, leaning against it as Daniel searched the fridge. “What do you feel like having?” He said, eyes still roaming the shelves.
“You’re the chef, I’ll eat what ever” I smiled
“Does pasta sound good, or too many carbs?” He glanced towards me
I snorted, “Carbs my butt”
“I like you already” He said scooping out the ingredients
He then poured me a glass of wine and began to skillfully chop the garlic before tossing it into the hot pan. Daniel continued preparing the dish as I admired the way he seemed so passionate about it. As he boiled that pasta he left the sauce to simmer and leaned across from me. I took a sip of my wine and smiled, “That was pretty impressive Mr. Andrews”
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RomanceMy nose was red and my eyes blotchy from crying. I looked like sh*t. Im going to get over him. It has been six years, it is time. I looked at my flowers and grabbed them ready to take a my first step. I walk to my front door and opened it reve...
