I really don't want to be here. Parties aren't really my thing, but my friend Elizabeth convinced me to come to some get together. It was only because some guy she liked was there too. So the instant we got there she ditched me to go talk to him, leaving me alone in the corner with a lukewarm cup of punch in hand. I look all over the room, but I don't know anyone here. Of course New York's a big city, so it's not really like I know that many people compared to the huge population.

I'm not exactly attracting many people either. I'm not ugly, but plain. I have dirty blonde hair, and freckles everywhere. I'm kind of short, and curvy but skinny. The only interesting things about my looks are my eyes. One is green and the other is brown. The reason behind that is a completely different story though. And even my eyes aren't enough to get anyone's attention anyways.

I don't catch any attention. I don't have hordes of admirers or even an admirer for that matter. I'm just there.

It's then I notice someone looking at me. I look back and he quickly looks the other way, but sneaks glances back at me. He is rather short and quite skinny as well. The man has blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. He appears to be by himself. I wonder if he came alone, or if he got ditched like me. I walk over to his side while he's not looking and then he glances over again and jumps when he sees me right next to him. "h-h-h-hi" he stutters, obviously one of those guys who can barely speak around girls.

"I'm Steve R-R-Rogers"

"My name is Allison Smith. I noticed you were looking my way."

He blushes tomato red at that "I was looking at your eyes...They're very beautiful"

I'm the one that blushes at that. People
call my eyes weird, or interesting, but never beautiful. "Thank you" I mumble.

I talk with Steve for a while. He points over to his friend he came with, now part of Lizzie's fan club. He's a really nice; though it's obvious he's never had any experience with women. I wonder if he's ever dated anyone, but that wouldn't really be a good question to ask someone you just met. We talk about music, radio shows, and everything else. He's really shy (not that I'm not) but comes out of his shell a bit.

The night is coming to a close and I look across the room for Lizzie. "Shoot!" I shout.

I frantically search the room party. "Shoot. Shoot. Shoot. Shoot"

"What's wrong Allison?"

Steve frowns looking worried. "My friend Lizzie left without me. She was my ride home"

"Oh, I can just give you a ride, I was going to leave anyways."

"Really? Thanks!"

We walk down the street and I shiver in my short sleeved dress from the November air. "Here, why don't you wear my jacket" Steve asks and drapes his brown leather jacket over my shoulders before I can protest, but then I just stick my arms through and roll the long sleeves up so my hands stick out.

It's really comfy and smells like soap. He stops in front of a motorcycle and climbs on, handing me the spare helmet. I straddle my legs over the bike, put the helmet on, and wrap my arms around his waist with my face pressed against his back.

A few minutes later we pull up in front of my apartment building. Steve walks me up to my apartment door like a gentleman. I give him my phone number. "We should meet up again sometime." I say with a smile.

"Oh do you want your jacket back?" I say about to pull it off, but Steve stops me.

"No, I'll just get it back when we see each other next." He says grinning. I give him a quick kiss on the check and whisper goodnight before turning inside and shutting my door behind me.