Missing Key

Different You. Different Me.

A light laugh slips my mouth. "Well, you know what they say about making assumptions-" My eyes scan her shirt for a name. "Marcy."

Marcy smiles politely and walks away. Quiny laughs and shakes his head.

"What are you shaking your head for Quincy?" I smile.

He laughs again. "Nothing."

"Quincy, what do you mean 'nothing'? Obviously, it's something," I poke at him playfully.

"Nah, nah. For real. It's you and your sassiness that makes me laugh. You pretty much chewed poor little Marcy out without even blinking or breaking your smile."

I throw my hair over my shoulder. "What can I say? It's a great quality to have. I don't like when people make assumptions. I just have to set them straight, ya know?"

Quincy nods. "I hear you. Just remember you can't always correct them. There will always be too many. Just live your life and that'll shut em up."

Everything that he is saying true. Can't stop them all. "You're right, Quincy. You're a wise man, sir."

Quincy pops his invisble collar on his Hundreds shirt. He's such a dork, but it makes me laugh. "It's what I do." His melodic laugh rings in my ears, creating the urge to kiss him in front of the whole restaurant.

I bite my lip, while staring at his. "What else can you do?" A light flirtatious laugh slips between my lips.

His arms slides around me as he moves closer to me. "I'll show you."

The musical composition between us explodes, creating a beautiful melody at the touch of our lips. My hand strokes his chiseled jawline as his fingers softly tap to the beat on my waist. There's got to something more between us than physical attraction. The strong chemistry we have is organic and it can't be recreated.

Quincy is the first to pull back from our kiss. His hazel eyes are bright as his smile beams at me. Catching my stare, he looks down and laughs lightly. "You know, you got me acting like a kid in middle school who finally got his crush to talk to him. Cierra, there's just something about you that brings that excitement back to me and I like it," he says looking around the gold plated restaurant.

Excitement rushes through my body. "Like foreal! I was thinking the same thing! We definitely have something magical. The music we made today was just fantastic! I've never felt so alive before, Quincy! Thank you!' My arms wrap around his neck and hold on.

Still in my embrace, Quincy says in my ear, "You're welcome. I try to please."

I release my embrace around his neck and slant my eyes. "Quincy, you think I'm joking. I'm being really serious right now and you're not taking it seriously."

Quincy moves the hair that has fallen in my face and just stares at me. Is he serious right now? Can he only see me for me beauty? I mean I know I'm bad, but damn, I like to be taken seriously.

His grasps mine and he says, "I see you getting upset over there. Your flaring nose is revealing it." He smiles and gently taps my nose. "If you had given me a chance to speak before you got upset, I would have told you that I couldn't agree with you more. The moment I saw you in Michael Kors, I knew you were the one for me."

Wait, pause. The one? Uhh.. I can't feel my fingers or my legs. The only thing I can feel right now is my face. I think all of the blood from my lower body to my face. Okay, Cierra, you got to get it together. Can I get it together? Like what am I doing? I'm freaking out. Cierra Nia Velazquez doesn't freak out. I always keep it together, but I don't really know how to respond. My brain is dead...