"Oh here it comes
That funny feeling again winding me up inside
Every time we touch
Hey I don't know
Oh, tell me where to begin cause I never ever
Felt so much" - Van Halen
Tuesday morning at ten o'clock, Eddie Edwards entered the office doors of Dr. Gössner's only to be greeted by a smiling, blonde, and perky Fraulein Alise Krause.
"Guten Morgen, wei geht ed Ihnen?" she said with a smile.
"Hallo," Eddie nodded, "I have an appointment with Dr. Gössner at ten." he said as he adjusted his poorly repaired frames.
"Oh, ja!" Fraulein Alise grinned and then stood, as she did she slid her hands down the sides of her thighs to straighten her tightly fit pencil skirt. "Please, follow me..."
Alise's high heels clicked on the floor of the office as she directed Eddie back to the original exam room where he had first met the lovely Dr. Rossi Gössner.
As he sat in the large leather exam chair, Eddie thought back to the previous Friday night when he had noticed her out for dinner at the Hausberg. And where fate had led him to finally find himself a coach.
He had been busing tables when he saw her sitting at a table in the beer garden.
He remembered how he had lingered at one particular table, just in eye-shot of Rossi's table. She had worn her hair up that evening, and Eddie had taken his time admiring how the soft tendrils of hair laid against the ivory skin of her graceful neck.
Little did Edwards realize, the pretty Ophthalmologist had also witnessed Peary's impressive jump from the 90-meter.
Since that night, Bronson and the young Edwards had been a hot topic of discussion through-out the ski-town of Garmisch.
Eddie was pulled away from his reverie when she entered the exam room. Rossi had given a habitual tap at the door before entering. She had worn her hair down that day, soft waves of dark brown hair cascaded over her shoulders.
She was sans reading glasses, and Eddie had an advantage of seeing her shinning bright, blue eyes up close.
"Good morning, Mr. Edwards. Thank you for coming in at such a short notice." She was carrying a small shipping box under one arm and extended her hand, offering a polite handshake. Eddie took her hand eagerly as he attempted a gentlemanly shake.
Dr. Gössner perked both of her eyebrows up as little volts of rouge electricity traveled along the skin of her hand as they made contact. It in turn, made the hairs on the back of Eddie's neck stand up. Dr. Gössner jumped in surprise.
"Oh, my! I'm afraid that's my fault!" she laughed adamantly, "Unfortunately with the low humidity in my office combined with my woolen sweater is not much of a help when it comes to preventing static electricity." She let go of his hand and opened her white clinicians jacket to show her pale pink cashmere top she wore underneath. He merely nodded, at a loss for words at that moment.
"I'd like to say how sorry I am for the other day; I had completely forgotten about coming in to get started on your waiting area." Edwards apologized.
" I figured something had come up, but when I didn't hear from you, my option was to try and lure you back with the promise of new glasses, " she half-joked with him.
Eddie sat there embarrassed. He had let her down, but she was still willing to help and give him a second chance.
"I can start work today if you'd like. Even work extra and stay after hours. I've got a lot good ideas," he offered.
Her mind wandered, imagining the awkward but attractive skier, sweaty and covered in plastering dust.
"Right then-" she broke the silence and nervously switched her attention to opening the box containing his new glasses.
"Let's have a look." She pulled the dark framed glasses out from the bubble wrap and packing peanuts, skillfully giving the lenses a quick shine with a soft cloth and then offered them up to Eddie.
He happily removed his old broken glasses, setting them in his lap and reached out with an open hand.
With his vision uncorrected, Dr. Rossi was only a fuzzy haze in front of him. She smiled knowing this and avoided his hand and instead helped to slide the frames onto his face.
Her fingers brushed against the outer shell of both of his ears and then slid down to the back of his neck to check for fit.
Eddie blinked, and Rossi was now in full focus and in very close proximity.
"Any closer and she could be sitting in my lap..." Eddie thought to himself. His thoughts brought a small grin pulling at the corners of his mouth.
"I see you like them." Rossi commented, noticing his pleased expression as her fingertips traveled over to the back of his ears, sending a shiver down his spine, then around to the sides of his face. She was checking that they didn't fit either too snug or loose.
"Very much. Thank you." his grin broadened to a wide smile as he nodded in approval.
"Fit well?" she asked while taking a step back to admire him.
He nodded again, showing off a white-toothed smile.
"They suit you very well, Mr. Edwards. Very handsome, indeed." She felt her cheeks flush and she quickly redirected her attention to his chart.
Eddie cleared his throat then reached into the pocket of his corduroys.
"I was wondering something. Do you give all of your patients your home number or is that just for me?"
Rossi's eyes widened in disbelief as he pulled out the slip of paper with Petra's message on it from yesterday.
"Not usually. Alise is my temporary receptionist while Frau Roz is off. She must have made a mistake," her ears grew hot.
That meddling Alise! She was at it again, trying to match her up.
The two friends and co-workers had been recalling their Friday evening out and were going on about the young, brash Englishman early that Monday morning over coffee.
Rossi had made an absent-minded comment that she had thought him clumsy but adorable, and that was all that Alise Krause needed to start her match-making mischief.
The unfortunate emotional scars of ex-boyfriend, Jean-Marc were still healing for Rossi, and she was hesitant to entertain some spontaneous romance with a slightly insane British skier.
"I'll take that up with Alise to get it corrected. My apologies." Rossi reached for the outstretched note held by the now newly bespectacled man in her exam chair.
He surrendered it without hesitation, but his brain had already permanently stored in his long-term memory the important numbers on it, especially the last four digits to Dr. Rossi's flat: 2-6-2-5.
