Ships in the night.
There she sat- the perfect ivory statue. Her brown hair tumbled down her back as she leaned over the bar. Mary Crawley always managed to capture his gaze and if he was lucky she would smile that beautiful smile at him but it was very rare. Instead he had to live with watching her from afar; he couldn't resist drowning in her deep eyes and the white mask she wore on her face to hide her emotions. It was this sign of deception that intrigued him the most, somehow he couldn't pull away from this and he wanted to know what it was that lay underneath the mask.
"Matthew there you are! We were being to think that you weren't coming." It was Edward, Matthew's business partner.
"You know me Ed; I always leave things to the last minute."
"Yes I do and I also know that a certain Mary Crawley will never be interested in you so you need to stop staring at her because it is becoming slightly stalker-like. Now you can get the drinks in since you were late- I'll have a vodka tonic. I will be somewhere over there will the good looking blonde that has being given me the eye all night." Matthew chuckled to himself at this comment.
He walked slowly over to the bar and to where she was sitting but she didn't even notice him.
"What can I get you mate?" The barman asked.
"Erm one vodka tonic, a Bacardi and coke and whatever the beautiful young lady next to me would like." At this, Mary Crawley finally looked up and saw him.
"Me?" She questioned and at his slightly embarrassed nod she continued "a strawberry daiquiri please."
"That will be £12 please mate." Matthew handed the barman a £15 note and responded "Keep the change." He then turned his attention to Mary who had faded back into her own little world.
"So Mary isn't it? How come you're drinking alone?"
"Oh erm no reason I just don't have anyone that I wanted to go out with tonight. What's your excuse? After all you did buy more than one drink and you don't look like the type of person who would down both of them." He smirked at her remark.
"Well actually it was for my friend who appears to have abandoned me for some "FIT" blonde."
"Do you think she is "FIT"?"
"No Mary, I don't- how rude of me I never even told you my name. I'm Matthew."
"It's nice to meet you Matthew. So what do you do for a living?"
The pair sat for hours talking about almost everything they could think of from their lifestyles to their likes and dislikes. Every now and again Matthew kept drowning in her chestnut eyes and had to fight to pull away from the ocean of brown. It wasn't until the clock struck midnight that they finally decided to go their separate ways.
"Matthew, was that a date?" He stopped and spun.
"Yeah I think it may have been Mary." She smiled at him, her warm smile. "Would it be rude for me to ask if we could possibly do it again sometime?"
"Not at all Matthew. I will text you." And without further ado she walked out of the club.
Did that really just happen or was it just a dream? It must have been there is no way that he could have scored a first date with Mary Crawley let alone a second.
"Mary…" it was too late she was gone "you don't even have my number."
Damn it he thought to himself just when he got the chance to talk to the most beautiful woman, he forgot to ask for her number! Well he would just have to hope that he would bump into her.
"Mr Crawley I hear a congratulations are in order. You managed to score with Mary Crawley- isn't it odd how you have the same surname?" it was Edward no doubt back to mock him "I was going to ask where my drink got to but I figured that since you were sitting with the 'girl of your dreams', I had better not interrupt. So how did it go?"
"Well if you must know Ed, it was going swimmingly until we arranged a second date and I forgot to exchange numbers with her." Edward chuckled at this remark.
"Don't worry mate, we will have her in the records, all you have to do is look her up."
Bingo! Matthew Matthemmw thought, now all he would have to do is search the records and find the lovely Mary Crawley.
