My job as a waitress allowed me to meet lots of new people. I've met bikers, tattoo artists, travelers, and lots of business men and women. But he. He stuck out farther then anyone I've met before. His dark set eyes and perfect lips drew me in. His voice was as crisp as leaves in fall and melted my heart faster then a popsicle on the fourth of July. He made my heart skip a beat just by being near me.
After my mini heart attack, I finally did my job and handed him a menu. Our hands touched and my face was engulfed in a pastel red my cheeks suferering the most. He let out this heart pounding, goose bump inducing chuckle that made me melt harder and blush redder. "Now," his voice was soft like he didn't want anyone to hear, "what do I call a beautiful girl like you?"
With the complement he gave me I almost forgot my name. My lips moved but no words could be uttered, "they call me Kitten," now that really made him smile.
"Well Kitten I'm Mr. B. But to a beautiful girl I'm Ray. Now when do you get off of work? I want to talk to you." He smiled, god did that smile hit me harder then a train.
"In about an hour," my voice was weak and fragile like my nickname implied. I went about work like any day but in the back of my mind I felt watched, not in a judgemental way but like I was a rarity or goddess. My boss came by and told me we were closing soon and said the same to Mr. B. He stood and as he walked past me told me to meet him at his car after I got my coat.
His car was no car at all it was a new shiny blue truck. The kind I only dreamed of owning. He sat in it and smiled as I walked out of the now dark building, "so Kitten, where's your ride home?"
I blushed and looked down and with a childish approach lifted my left foot and giggled, "I walk home sir."
His face almost screamed offended. "No a pretty little thing like you can't be walking home especially when its way past dark like this. Hop on in and I'll bring you home really quick."
"I don't know sir," my voice trailed off for a minute as I thought through the prose and cons of this, "my mom would be extremely mad if I got a ride from a big handsome man like yourself." I almost died from my own words as I blushed harder then any other time in my life.
"Hmm that is true and I want to see you again. How about I drop you off a block away?"
"Okay," I gave in but his voice could not be told no to. He was the perfect man. He knew what and when he wanted it. I was lucky that he wanted me. And god did he want me.
