Working Title: Destinies Collided
He strolled over as though he owned the entire park. The confidence of a man much older than his years. His dark handsome features and striking good looks were not lost on her. She found herself smiling just a little. She wondered if it was out of cheerful delight or mild shock. After all, men like him don’t associate with girls like her.
Not that she was of ill character of course. She, of average height, blonde hair, green eyes, and a beautiful smile, was actually of quite a resonable character. She was kind, compassionate, generous, but also firey, a passion for the things and people she cared for that was unmatched by those around her.
No, no, her character was not the problem. What was clear, however was that they came from two very different worlds. He the learned scholar, son of an Ivy League man. Her, the product of a middle class upbringing and the respectable but average education that went with it. Yes, that was it… it must have been a smile of shock. But he was so very nice to look at.
As if to confirm her conclusion, he spoke to her, and with shock she smiled again. They discussed the basics of course, where they both were from, what they had studied, how long they had lived in the area. With each common answer they found themselves connecting. She saw something interesting in him. Something different than other men with his background.
They were enjoying their conversation so much, the young man didn’t even notice when his friends left him behind. The next thing they knew they were having drinks and playing darts at the bar down the street. She was enjoying his company immensely and the conversation never let up.
The had been sitting at the bar, just talking for the better part of an hour. She just couldn’t stop staring at him. The chemistry was overwhelming. She’d never seen such fire in a man like him before. She was itching to know where it came from.
They continued to talk endlessly about everything, business, politics, religion, football. She relentlessly teased him about his stuffy lifestyle and how he didn’t fit in with the others at all. it was at one of these moments he shocked her again.
She was going on about how men of his status couldn’t be bothered with romance, or heat and how most men of his ilk couldn’t even kiss properly. Before she knew what was happening, this tall, sexy stranger took her face in his hand, looked into her eyes and kissed her.
She thought to herself that she must be dreaming. He was warm, strong, but not aggressive, and all she could see were flames. Who was this man, kissing her like nothing else in the world mattered in that moment? Who was this man?
***OK It’s late… To Be Continued
