Arthur walked out of the bathroom drying up his hair with a towel, his body wrapped by his navy blue robe. He gazed at the silhouette resting over his bed. Her chest rising up slowly, her hair sprung over her pillow in chocolate ripples and her lips slightly parted. He walked a couple of steps and sighed. When was the last time he felt excited at the sight of that pure creature? How long had it been since his lips pulled up in a complete smile? In what moment he changed from the Arthur that couldn't get enough of her, making love to her until dawn, to a man that looked for an excuse to go straight to bed and fall asleep?
The point man gazed at her figure for one last time before walking to the main door and pick up the newspaper. He checked the front page, the typical news. Murders, robbery, rape, the same old drill over and over. He frowned and continued browsing through its pages until he reached up the ads at the end. He was about to fold the paper and place it over the table when a particular ad caught his attention.
If you love eating pop tarts, pillow fights on the bed
If you're not into deco art, getting your clothes shred
If you're fond of love marks, kissing to the end and beyond
If I'm the gal you look for, take a pen and respond
Arthur chuckled, now that was priceless. He thought for a second the woman who wrote that was desperate, if it was even a woman to begin with. But somehow he couldn't keep his eyes from the ad. He read it three times, his mind toying with the idea. He frowned.
"I wonder" he muttered, looking over his shoulder to the bedroom.
He gulped, the feel of guilt rising on his stomach. Yet the thought kept spinning in his mind. But it had been so long since he had felt something exciting and new. They had shared the place for more than 3 years and he already felt trapped in a dull routine. Making up his mind he walked to the fridge and took the notepad attached to it along with the pen. He knew he was doing wrong but the thought of continuing the life he had gave him chills, besides what he had to lose?
After a couple of minutes thinking and pacing he sat and started to write. He wasn't much into writing but after reading what his mind came up to, he thought it wasn't half bad. Walking to the counter where all the mail was, he picked up an envelope. Taking the newspaper he scribbled down the address of the ad and read the note once more.
Yes I like pop tarts, pillow fights on the bed
I hate all post-modern art, love to get my shirts shred
I've got to know who you are, get out of this place
I'll meet you tonight at Ralph's, please don't be late.
Satisfied he placed the note inside the envelope, putting his slippers on he walked outside and placed it on the mailbox. Thrilled by the idea of meeting someone he might feel a spark with, he smiled as he walked back in. The excitement helped him to get through the day, glancing at his watch every now and then. When it was time he almost burst out of the office, gaining a couple of questioning glances from his co-workers. He didn't care, there was one thing in his mind and no one would get in his way.
When he arrived at the bar near his apartment, he felt his chest ache. Nervousness started to build up. What if the woman was hideous? What if the woman was hideous and fat? Or even worse, what if said woman wasn't even a woman? Arthur gulped as he walked to the table on the corner. The waitress approached him and took his order, he asked for a beer.
The point man had never felt this nervous since high school, his mind started to wonder about the consequences of this childish act. What if he was ruining a good relationship for just something he wasn't sure was even real? Why was he jeopardizing a well-established bond with someone for just a casual encounter? The waitress interrupted his thought by placing the brown bottle in front of him. Arthur took out a 5-dollar bill and gave it to her. She smiled and walked away.
The clock kept ticking and Arthur's legs were jumping under the table. Arthur bit his lips and sighed. What was he doing? What the hell went through his head when he responded to that anonymous woman? No this was certainly a stupid idea, the stupidest he had come up in his life. Taking the last sip from his beer he stood up and took his jacket. When he was about to walk out the bar he bumped into a short woman.
The scent of cinnamon instantly filled his nostrils, he didn't need to check to know who she was. She looked up and blinked confused. Arthur was about to say something when he spotted on her fingers the note he wrote that morning. He felt panic build up inside, how did her hands got a hold of it? Did she check the mailbox before leaving to the warehouse? He felt infuriated by the invasion of his privacy. How dare she? But then shame came across. He was caught.
Ariadne raised an eyebrow and tilted her head to her right. Arthur held her gaze, not backing up. She looked back at the note and back at his eyes. The point man gulped, waiting for her verdict.
"It's you"
Arthur blinked a couple of seconds confused but when he saw the smile of her cherry lips pull upwards he smiled at the realization. A second later both of them were laughing. Still chuckling they walked to the nearest table and took a sit. The waitress asked them what they wanted to order, both agreed on beer. The young girl left them, still snickering. After the laughs fade they looked at each other. They were now avoiding their gazes. Arthur felt embarrassment creep over his cheeks and neck. The waitress returned with their drinks. They drank in silence until Ariadne cleared her throat. The point man looked up.
"I never knew"
Arthur raised his left brow "You never knew what?"
"You loved pop tarts" she said smiling.
The point man couldn't help but to smile back. And after rounds of rounds of beers, rough kissing on the way to their place and a couple of garments shred scattered on the floor. Arthur knew he had fallen in love again of her.
A/N: Wonder what song is? Well look up for Pina Colada song ;)
