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...don't open...don't throw away... is not disappearing completely (not yet),
but postings here will be limited.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

0 orchestrated

She stepped out of the elevator and turned toward the hotel cafe. As she stepped through the threshold, her heart practically stopped in her chest. "Excuse me," she heard a voice from behind sound with a hint of impatience. She hadn't even realized she had stopped. She smiled apologetically at the woman behind her and stepped to the side to allow the woman to pass. Her eyes followed the woman's entry into the cafe, but her gaze was quickly stolen by the man who now stared back at her.

A small, yet quite sexy, smile pierced his lips as he stood and gestured her toward the chair next to him. For a moment she hesitated; this seemed quite unreal. He read the hesitation in her demeanor and a pleading expression crossed his face as he pulled out the chair. She took a deep breath to steel herself and headed toward the chair he held out for her.

As she reached him, his smile returned. "Hi," he said as though they were old friends. Without a single word, she sat down across from him. She saw a flicker of uncertainty in is eyes. It was so quick she may have missed it if she hadn't been so entranced by his eyes. She could imagine herself getting lost in those beautiful crystal blue eyes. A sigh escape him, "look, I know I said that I wouldn't orchestrate our next meeting; that I agreed to whole serendipitous thing, but I couldn't help myself. I can't explain what it is, but," he paused as one of the cafe employees came to the table.

With a warm smile, the employee placed a cup of coffee in front of her. In the short time she had been here, this morning cup of coffee was a ritual that had led her to quickly befriend the employees. She took a sip of the coffee, gave it a second to seep into her, and smiled at the cafe employee. "Thank you, Johnathan." He nodded and held up a warm corn muffin with butter in front of her. "You're a life savor," she told him as he placed the plate on the table.

He smiled and shrugged. "Anytime," he said before walking back to the counter to assist in waiting on other customers. She savored another sip of her coffee, closing her eyes as the warmth enveloped her. When she opened her eyes, she caught him watching her. Again she felt her heart skip. She couldn't believe she had almost forgot he was sitting there across from her. She smiled at the glimmer of curiosity that showed on his face as he watched her place the cup back down on the table.

"Johnathan and I have an understanding. When he first met me with his bubbly morning personality, I quickly informed him that I am not a morning person. Since he has been kind enough to make sure I get my morning started with a nice hot fresh cup of coffee and a muffin." She watched the way the right side off his mouth curved up into a smirk and wondered what it might be like to kiss that smirk away. She shook the thought from her mind and focused on the muffin in front of her. "I'm guessing, considering your confession that you are not here to ask me to dinner." She said over the top of her muffin.

He watched her as she took a bit of her muffin. Slowly his face lit up with a delectable grin. "On the contrary. I have every intention of getting you to agree to have dinner with me."

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