Her long, strawberry blonde hair fell past her 34C's, and that dress. That dress, he thought. The royal blue fabric clung to her curves, as she stood at the bar with her friends, sipping whatever her choice of poison was. She didn't look completely interested in what her friends were saying, but if she was going to follow them towards the dance floor, where they were headed now, then he would make his move.
She followed them.
He talked to his buddies, Freddy and Brandon, as they stood in the back corner of Guilt, hidden by the haze and lack of lighting, and they both agreed that their best friend wouldn't be leaving here without this girl tonight. She was gorgeous, her red lipstick was distracting, and her body was on point. He needed to have her.
The three of them made their way a long the outer walls of the club, watching the girls intently. The target was dancing with her friends, seemingly having a good time, when suddenly, she separated herself from the rest of the girls and went outside to apparently make a phone call. Concerned, the guys all looked at each other, wondering if she would be coming back or not.
"Don't worry dude, she'll be back. She wouldn't just leave her friends." Freddy said.
But she stood outside for a while and before any of them had the balls to go after her, she disappeared into a cab and out onto the streets of Boston.
"Avery, I'm just gonna go for a run, we can talk about this later," she said to her best friend, who was desperately trying to convince her to go out again tonight.
After breaking up with her boyfriend two months ago, she still hadn't figured out exactly how to be single, and last night didn't impress her much. Avery had promised her a great night out at Guilt last night and she ended up just wanting to come back home and curl up in her bed.
Her German shepherd puppy licked at her shin, as she sat there on the couch.
"You wanna go for a run?" she asked the pup, and he cocked his head to one side, his floppy ears goofily perked. She took that for a yes, changed, and leashed him up to run. It was hard running with a 9 week old puppy and she couldn't do her usual 5 mile loop around the main part of the city, so she stuck around her borough of Beacon Hill.
Equipped with her headphones and a water bottle, the pair set out. For the first of June, it was projected to be exceptionally hot, but it was still early so the heat hadn't reached its peak yet. Around the main border of Beacon Hill and the North End, her phone started vibrating in the armband holder it was secured in. Avery again.
"Yeah?" She spoke into the phone, breathing heavy, aggravated and juggling the leash, her water, and the little ankle biter running in front of her.
"Please come out tonight, it'll be so much better than last night and we can go out to dinner before we get ready and everything."
"I don't know, the more you push me into it the more I'm going to be miserable. I told you I'd think about it – Shit I gotta go," she said and hung up the phone quickly.
The leash she was holding was suddenly a tangled disaster with another, and the little shepherd was becoming fast friends with a chocolate lab 5 times his own size.
"Oh god I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention," she said to the guy holding the leash of the other dog as she took out her ear buds and wiped the sweat from her forehead. He was tall, a little scruffy, and sweaty from the run he appeared to be on as well. He looked strangely familiar the more she looked at him, but she crouched over and started untangling the knot while the dogs' wrestling only made it worse.
"Ha, that's okay, no worries. I'm Tyler," he said, and extended his hand for an introduction. She stood up so she wasn't awkwardly kneeling beside him as they exchanged names.
