Chapter 2
Subtleness & Perfection
Lindsay continued to lean against the window. Watching the people scurry from building to taxi, and vice-versa. She thought about that first night with him; so cliché.
He had asked her if she wanted to grab a bite after work, and being the big spender he was they hit up the nearest hot dog vendor. She had loved that about him, he was so real. Midway in their walk from the vendor to her apartment it began to rain. They hurried their pace, and reached her apartment by the time the lightning started. She offered him her phonebook so he could call a cab. Unfortunately it was the night that half the taxi's hubs lost power and the other half weren't going to drive across the city when the streets were flooding. Lindsay offered him her couch, it was the least she could do since the guy was stranded there.
It didn't take long for Lindsay's apartment to lose power, it's not like she lived in the greatest of apartment buildings. So they sat there, candles everywhere, on her living room floor playing Uno for what seemed like hours. When the power finally came on they decided to watch some television before separating for bed. He flipped through the channels in true male fashion until they both settled on The Wizard of Oz. Freezing, since the heat had just kicked in, Lindsay pulled her throw blanket onto her lap offering him the other half of the blanket. By the time Dorothy met Oz for the first time, Lindsay had fallen asleep; her head had fallen near his shoulder, and he gently put his arm around her and pulled her body in close. He snuck in a small kiss to the top of her head before dozing off himself. She was a light sleeper though, and the second she had felt his arm on her she awoke. She felt him pulling her, and the kiss. She smiled and went back to sleep. This was what she wanted, subtleness and perfection.