A little ficlet for the Getty Girls, of course. Song: Survivor - The search is over
PERFECT MATCH
The sound of high purple stilettos were heard all across the restaurant room. Gio's brain would have reacted to the mismatching colorful patterns of the skirt if he wouldn't be so entertained by the gorgeous pair of legs that approached his table. A smile in deep pink lightened the face of the woman that was hidden over bright purple colored glasses.
"I'll be damned" he said suddenly grinning.
"Gio? Giovanni Rossi!" She said as he greeted up with a sounding kiss in her cheek and bid her to sit by his side on the table.
"Ah! Betty. I can't believe this. So you are my blind date? You of all people in New York!"
She smiled and sat down visibly surprised and amused.
"Isn't this amazing? I double checked the stats on the automated dating system and it clearly said '100% perfect match'" she laughed beautifully showing her perfect white teeth. "I guess these things are never reliable".
He shook his head causing some of the strands of his hair caress his forehead.
"I must disagree. I always believed, Suarez, that you and I were always compatible" He called a waiter.
"Well" she raised an eyebrow. "If we were so perfect. Why aren't we together?"
"Childish decisions… things of youth. You name it. But it's all in the past. Don't you just look gorgeous?" He said contemplating that curvy body sitting right in front of him. Betty blushed and smiled to him. She was pleased.
Gio ordered more wine and a glass for Betty.
"I'm surprised. A blind date website. You? I thought you would end up marrying Daniel Meade".
"Well. That didn't work out" she said dismissively and looked into his beautiful dark eyes. "And you? Looking for dates on the internet? Have you already slept with every single available woman in New York?"
He smiled and winked at her suggestively.
"Obviously, not".
Their loud laughs made more than one face turn to them inside that fancy restaurant in the middle of Manhattan. They didn't care. As their bodies and their souls reacted to their ever present chemistry, every atom of their body awaken by the realization of how comfortable they were being around each other, to be sitting there and talking like old times, to feel that what happened to the world around them didn't matter anymore, to feel the same magic surrounding them.
"Well, you look good too, Gio. Not a day older than the day I met you, ten years ago."
Gio reached and touched her hand that was resting on the table. They smiled and looked deeply into each other's eyes.
Same magic.
THE END