Our first encounter was a strange one. I sat on the couch in the corner of a resturant I knew well when I felt like I was being watched. Peering up from the book I had in my lap I noticed I was being watched; by a man three tables down-two rows over.

Shutting my thick book with a thud I sighed and walked outside bothered by the man as any 19 year old would be if she didn't intend for the moment.

"Excuse me?" A mature voice said behind me.

I turned to find the man who had been watching me across the room standing feet away with his hands stuffed inside his jeans wearing a men's darkly colored wool coat from Calvin Klein; I looked down with a solemn face before meeting his green colored eyes.

"Yes?" I acknowledged cautiously.

"I didn't mean to scare you or anything I just couldn't escape the fact you look like someone I knew very well. You have the same face and she usually sat alone-so like I said I didn't mean to scare you." He apologized.

"Dont worry about it, it's fine." I waved my hand while saying.

His face said he wouldn't give up and I turned to walk away before he spoke another word. I walked down the sidewalk as the cars roared beside me on the street from being allowed to proceed; the cold air of winter blew against my face and I wished I could only be warm for the walk home.

Down three blocks and over six houses my little two bedroom place was waiting for me. The thoughts of being snuggled by the fireplace and with my book reaching a good point I could forget about the weird moment of my morning but a tug on my arm pulled me swiftly away from the thoughts back into the cold city weather.

"I never got your name, ma'am?" The mature voice said behind me before releasing my arm.

"And what makes you think you deserve it?" I asked in return without turning around.

"It would make it a whole lot harder to ask the number of a person without a name, also would leave me without something to say if I just so happened to see the person without a name again." He said with a hint of amusement trailing beside me.

I stopped dead in my tracks and looked to the green-eyed wool coat worn man. He stopped seconds after and turned to me like we were on a stroll; my hazel eyes burned with irritation as he continued to keep his gaze strictly on my face. I pressed me toes into my dark brown boots the hardest I could before heat became pain and sighed deeply under my breath.

I locked eyes with him for a split second and quickly tore myself away as they were nice but I wasn't in any mood for games with a stranger in the freezing cold of this god-forsaken city. His eyes shimmered lightly and I could see the frost leave his lips with every breath from his chest lowering; he shuffled his hands in his jeans pockets as if looking for something when finally reaching behind his torso and pulling out his wallet along with a small white card.

"I'll tell you what, I will hand you this which has my name and my number on it so you can call me if you feel like spending a moment under blue moon for once." He said holding out the white card face down and slowly stepping away after it slipped out of his grasp into mine.

Vincent Cale

Attorney at law

The card read as I held it over a trash can wanting to let it go. My fingers twisted the compressed paper back and forth as I thought back to what he said- a moment under the blue moon for once- either he meant I don't get out much or I could actually give him a chance anytime in the distant future or I need a lawyer. My common sense shook off that last one as I stuffed the card into my coat pocket and walked home thinking about what just happened more than what was waiting for me at home.

Seconds after stepping in the door the multiple phones sound off in the house creating an uneven ring through the house. I step into the kitchen and reach for the closest phone being the cordless sitting on the couter near the table; Pressing Talk without looking at the ID a girl's many questions on the other side of the phone automatically gave away who was speaking.

(Conversation beginning -one way-)

"Hi, Rebecca." I say blankly between questions as she sighs and silence falls.

"The guy was nobody.

yea he was cute but I perfer not to be watched.

-uh huh-

yes but that not my point.

-I have been on a date thank you, remember peter-

It was not a one night stand because we talked for alomost a week after that.

-tell her I say hi-

Oh, not both of you now!

Listen guys...Guys! I need to go but chat later.

-yes, I seriously need to go. bye.-"

(End Call)

"That girl will make me crazy one day" I say into the open air while placing the phone back on the vertical reciever. I walked further into the two-story high house and sighed softly as my head hit the couch cushion of the livingroom seconds later. My laptop sat on the coffee table within reach as I brought the computer closer thinking work would ease my head a fraction of a bit. My company inbox was flashing to show atleast 3 new emails meaning someone isn't happy.

from MRS. Calime'

Sub: A retake needed immediately.

In the "front room" portfolio I am truely upset with the photos taken as the models do not portray the cosmopolitan theme aray I was hoping for and would like to see you here by monday morning possibly earlier if the disappointment continues in the other portfolios by which you have taken and sent to my office. The models will be here by earliest of nine and I would prefer to have you here by eight to understand exactly what I would like done as this time I will clear my schedule to supervise this shoot as it will cost another grand amount of money no doubt.

The email was anything but sweet and I rubbed my temples slightly on how I would even think to be able to show up with four other photographers by monday. Scolling back to the inbox I opened the other two emails saying the same thing from other clients unhappy with the work they gave no specification on.

My hand reached inside my coat pocket as I slipped the overly warm chiffon off and pulled out the card given to me only an hour or two ago. I shook my head before reaching for the phone behind me and dialing his number without pause.

"Hi Mr. Cale, I mean Vincent. Listen maybe a moment under the blue moon wouldn't be so bad...How about tomorrow night around 8?" I said before he could say anything.