The First Kiss

Brown Eyed Hadnsome Man

Bob wasn't too excited. She didn't get too many customers at her fencing studio. Today was pretty average, maybe even below. No customers, yet people walked back and forth all day never once stopping to check out her studio, Lucky Strike. It was just her and the janitor, even though the janitor wasn't here today.

It was getting to be about noon, so Bob decided to have lunch. She walked out to her blue Mini Cooper and drove to the nearest McDonalds restaurant. She got her food, came back to Lucky Strike, and went to the back room where they had a small table.
Bob bit into her burger and ketchup went practically all over her cheeks. When she saw herself in a mirror, it looked like she was the Joker, so she decided to have some fun on the dreary, no-customer day. She started quoting lines from the Joker as loud as she pleased since she was alone. Or so she thought.

She heard a snicker coming from the front desk and she froze. She quickly got something to wipe the ketchup off her face and went to the front desk.

When she got there, she realized she had a customer. A real customer! "Having fun back there were you?" The man laughed. He was British, that much was obviously from his voice. He had handsome brown eyes, fantastic blond hair, and a dazzling smile.

"Uh. Sorry, I thought I was alone." Bob blushed.

"Perfectly fine. I'm Thomas, by the way. You are?" He inquired while holding his hand out for her to shake.

"Oh, I-I'm Bob. My name is Robyn, but my best friend calls me Bob. So, I'm Bob." She rambled and shook his hand. She felt stupid for rambling. All it did was make herself more of a fool in front of this brown eyed, handsome man.

"Ah. I see..." He said looking a little confused. "Where's the studio owner?" Thomas asked after a minute of awkward silence.

"Oh! Sorry, I didn't mention that. /I'm/ actually the studio owner. Did you come here for lessons then?" Bob finally had a customer. She wasn't used to talking to people about lessons.

"Oh really?" Thomas looked a little surprised. "You're... The studio owner?" He said skeptically.

"Yeah!" Bob said, wondering why he was so surprised. "Now, did you come in here to chat? Or to have fencing lessons?" She said perkily.

"Right! Lessons! Fencing lessons, yes. Um, here's the thing. I'm sort of an actor, and sometimes that requires me having to learn stuff. In this case, fencing. So, as I was driving by, I noticed this place and thought I should stop by and see if I can get lessons." Thomas told her rather quickly.

"Ooh? An actor, huh? That's cool! Lessons are $19.99 per person per lesson, so, that's pretty cheap actually. It's a good deal." She said. She could tell this would be good for her studio.

"Great! That's good for me! So, when can we start?" He asked, grinning rather mischievously.

"Now is good for me! Unless, that is, you have something going on already..." Bob asked, getting a little shy. It must've been his smile that was making her shy. Guys never smiled at her like that.

"No! I can start now." He chuckled lightly.

A few hours later

Bob was tired. She had been teaching Thomas for about four hours straight now. She had to take a break before she collapsed. Or Thomas. Or both of them.

She was getting some water when she heard her phone ring in the back room. She went to pick it up and was surprised to hear one of her friend's moms. "Robyn?" The woman said, her voice shaky. "Robyn, it's Allie's mom. Allie... S-She tried to commit suicide again today."

Bob let out a momentary sob. "I-Is she alright?! Please tell me she wasn't successful... Please..." She had tears streaming down her face now.

"The doctor says she's stable. She'll be alright. But I thought I'd let you know." The woman said.

"Okay. Thank you." Bob said and hung up. She put her phone down and collapsed to the floor in sobs.
Thomas soon came in, wondering why Bob was crying so much.

"Hey? Hey, what happened, Bob? Are you alright, love?" He asked, his voice filled with concern. Thomas sat down next to her and put his arm around her.

"I-I..." Bob couldn't get the words out.

"Hey. It's alright, love. You don't have to tell me straight away." He said in a soft, soothing tone. Bob was still crying her heart out, but Thomas just stayed silent and held her.

A while later, when Bob couldn't muster any more tears, she calmed down and told Thomas what had happened. "So this isn't the first time she's tried?" He asked, still using a soft tone. Bob just nodded. "Well, hey. She didn't succeed this time. That's a good thing. Keep that in mind." He told her. He kissed her on the top of her head an held her a little closer.

"Thank you, Thomas." Bob said quietly against Thomas's chest.

"Thank me? For what?" Thomas asked just as quiet.

"For not just leaving when you heard me crying. And for comforting me... I needed that. So, thank you." She replied to him.

"I'd never leave a gorgeous girl all alone. Crying, for that matter." He said pulling away from their embrace so he could look her in the eyes.

Bob could feel her heart racing. It didn't help when Thomas leaned in. She didn't stop him though. In fact, she decided to allow him to kiss her, even if they'd only met a few hours ago. She could tell they would be meeting again soon. And not because of fencing lessons.