I decided to add one more thing to my to-do list and take part in the Fictionista Workshop's "WitFit Challenge" for the month of March. I'm hoping it will help sharpen my skills and give me new ideas to work with.

I'm still writing Falling Slowly and will be posting a new chapter of that shortly. This is just something new and exciting for me to do in addition to that.

So here it is, my very first blurb. This is unbeta'd, actually all of them will be, and it was also the first thing that popped into my head after reading the prompt. Very different for me.

Word Prompt: Press

Scenario: After a long day at work, you stop for dinner at your favorite restaurant. However, there is long wait for a table, so you're left standing in the corner. You're stressed, worn-out, and irritated by the noise, the small child tugging on your jacket, and the stranger staring at you, but you refuse to leave. Using all the elements and emotions, describe what happens next.

Rating: T
Genre: A/U Mysteryish/Family
Creative Original or Derivative (Fanfiction): Derivative
Warning(s): None J
Disclaimer: All copyright, trademarked items, or recognizable characters, plots, etc. mentioned herein belong to their respective owners. No copying or reproduction of this work is permitted without their express written authorization.

Drawing in a deep breath, I tried my best to calm myself. Everything about today had gone horribly wrong, and all I wanted at the end of the day was food from my favorite restaurant.

When I walked in the door and saw the line of people waiting, I immediately considered leaving. Instead, I decided to stand my ground and wait for a table. I refused to go home hungry.

My four year old stood by my side continuously tugging on my jacket and asking how much longer we had to wait. Even that didn't make me budge. I quieted him each time and assured him that it wouldn't be much longer.

For about the tenth time in the same amount of minutes, I got the feeling that I was being watched. Only this time, I caught the culprit. I snapped my head up and gazed straight into the eyes of the most beautiful man I had ever seen.

Everything about him called to me. From his broad shoulders and chiseled jaw to the strong slope of his nose and mess of beautiful bronze hair on top of his head, it was all perfection.

I smiled cautiously. I knew there wasn't a chance in hell that I had seen him before, he was someone that couldn't be forgotten, and yet there was something about him that felt familiar. My eyes remained locked on his, unable to look away. I pressed my back further against the wall as the amber color gazing back at me held me captive.

Masen, tugged on my jacket again and quietly told me that he needed to use the restroom. Grabbing his hand in mine, I took two steps forward before once again searching for my mystery man.

He was nowhere to be found.