Drake
I sat back in my corner and watched as the mystery woman walked in and took her usual seat on a table, a few rows back from the stage. Seeing her on a friday evening was becoming a common event, and it was one of the reasons that drew me to pay more attention than I previously did to this business. My first encounter - I guess - with her was just a few weeks back when I'd come downtown to check on how the place was running, but since then I'd been drawn to her, I wanted to know everything I could about her.
Of course there was more to her than just her face that piqued my interest - I mean there always is. There was definitely something about the way in which she carried herself that gave off a sense of independence as well as strength and dominance. And I liked that. She had long silky black hair and figure to die for. Her skin looked so smooth as held a sun kissed copper tint to it that gave her a radiant glow. Every now and again I'd get a glimpse of her dimples as she laughed at a joke one of the poets had told. And I don't know what it was but there was definitely something warming about her smile.
I couldn't take my eyes off of her as she finished the last of the glass of red wine she was drinking. Damn that glass was lucky. Her lips were painted in red, and I must say it was my new favourite colour on them. So plump and juicy, I couldn't help but think about how nice they would feel on mine... But first I have to warm her up to me, which I hope would be easier than it looks.
"Mark can you get her another drink on me please," I asked mark who had offered to cover one of my staff tonight. He didn't always work here but when I was really in need he was happy to help me out.
"You gonna talk to her tonight? She's the one you were talking about the other day right?" He asked and I gave him a nod.
"I don't know." I said sounding more uneasy than I wanted to. "She doesn't seem like the type to give it up to easily, and don't get me wrong that's a good thing, but I also fear rubbing off the wrong way on her. First impressions are important,"
"Well you won't know unless you try boss. I suggest you try talking to her," He said to me before placing the glass of wine on a tray and taking it over to her. I watched as they're shared a short conversation before he made his way back over to the bar with a smirk.
"What did she say?" I asked eagerly once he was back behind the bar and he just gave me a light chuckle. "Please don't tell me you told her I'm scared to speak to her,"
"Not quite," he said before making me another double shot of Virginia Black and sliding it my way. "She said to tell you that she prefers a man who has the balls to bring a drink to her then send his wingman. Her exact words," he chuckled and I couldn't help but smirk.
Just my type. I took back the double shot, and returned my attention to the poet that was presenting her work on the stage. I'd definitely be approaching her soon but for now I'd just enjoy the view...
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Another friday soon rolled around. And for me, that just meant another chance to shoot my shot with the mystery woman. Every time I bring her up, the guys feel the need to ask me why I haven't spoken to her yet, but personally I feel you should alway trust the wait. The way I would've approached her 4 weeks ago, is completely different to how I will approached her today - in a good way.
I'd spent time studying her and her body language definitely said it all. Her presence was alluring and her aura was enticing. She was what I saw whenever I thought of my future wife and it scared me slightly because at this point in time, I knew nothing about her. I couldn't even tell you her name. But that would all change soon...
