Tonight I had a date at the Seattle Museum of Contemporary Art for Art Night. Art Night involved a live DJ, a cash bar and lessons on sketching human exhibitionists. Nude exhibitionists. Rumours were that some of the volunteer exhibitonists promised to be up and coming, not to mention very attractive, artists from Seattle's Academy of Art and Design. Glancing at my watch in downtown Seattle, the numbers began to blur under unexpected fat drops of water. I was going to be late at this rate and I'm never late for a date.
The wind is blowing cold drops into my cheeks and eyes, as I race through the sudden storm. My umbrella nearly turns inside out on itself and as I tightly grip the main shaft of my umbrella to brace the wind, I glance up in time to see a sight that pulls at my heartstrings. An olive tanned woman, with a well fitted black leather jacket and long black tresses of hair, is alone at the corner of a dimly lit bus stop. She is standing steadfast in this light drizzle, the rain soaking through her red blouse to reveal and accentuate her pleasing curves. She starts to laugh and shake her head, tilting her face up to stare towards the sky. I couldn't tell if it was tears or droplets of rain that were sliding off her beautiful cheeks. Even with furrowed eyebrows and the corners of her mouth tugged downwards, she was an exquisite beauty. Before I could quietly slip back into the clumped and dull crowd of evening goers, I crossed the road of rain-filled potholes and puddles to offer shelter under my umbrella to this mysterious pretty lady in the rain.
"H-h-hey...uh, thanks!" Her voice squeaked, briefly shifting her face away at my sudden presence and gesture. Turning to face me, she swallowed and cleared her voice. " I forgot my umbrella when I was running out my apartment. I didn't think it was going to rain today." The dim lighting revealed strong and pronounced cheekbones, piercing, ashy eyes and full, delicate lips.
Those eyes and lips...I take a sharp breath to recompose myself and grinned."No problem! Where are you headed to? We could walk together if we're close."
"It's okay. I'm actually waiting for someone...but they're 45 minutes late already. My phone's died, so I was just going to wait until they showed up. She'll probably be here any minute by now..." The downturned corners of her mouth was telling me that she didn't believe what she had just said.
"Not in the rain you're not. Besides, your hair and clothes are starting to get really wet. There's a restaurant that's super close by where we can go to dry you off." Her eyebrow slightly raises at my suggestion.
"Besides, I could use a bit of a touch up too." I pointed to the damp patch on my sleeve. This made the olive tanned beauty in front of me burst into gorgeous peals of laughter, every laugh a pearly note.
I wanted to hear her laugh again...in the next minute, in the next hour, tomorrow, everyday. Who would ever leave someone as gorgeous as she was to wait miserably out on the corner of a bus stop in the rain?
Apparently, I had said my last thought out loud, as the olive tanned goddess widened her eyes, raising an eyebrow while her eyes lit up to a soft chocolate brown. She fell back into her contagious peals of laughter, causing the rain droplets surrounding us to dance in melody with her voice.
Her fingers lightly brushed at the corners of her eyes, as she flashed a bright smile. " I also know a restaurant close by..."
My lips curled into a playful smile. "So...your place or mine?"
Her olive tanned skin softly glowed, highlighting her rosy, round cheeks and dark, sultry eyes, as she returned my lighthearted invitation with a wink. "Hmm...I'm up for something new. Let's try yours."
Author's note:
Please review! :)
I had the song "All of Me" by John Legend playing through my head as I writing this story. Also, I haven't included names quite yet, because I view their relationship as a surprise to each other and new readers. Also, you could possibly replace their names with others, this love story being unique yet universal. Doesn't matter if it's a girl and girl, boy and girl, boy and boy or everything in between... we all met that special person somehow, expected or unexpected. I have experienced small fractions and pieces of this story, romantic and non-romantic moments, at different times in my life and I'm very glad I can use them now. After all, I view writing as an expression of the human condition.