A/N: Have not updated cause every two minutes the internet crashes for the past week and a half and it has been hell for me. The internet is my life... As I was uploading this the first time it crashed. Finally managed to get it back... I've probably got only a minute left before it crashes again.
This is not my usual writing style, heance why I want to know if it was good, bad, how can I improve it, or does it suck!
Prompt was mystery.
There was just something about her… something about this woman that attracted you to her. She was smart, beautiful, funny, sexy, and she had an aura of mystery around. Entering the room, you paused, to watch as she descended the stairs, her long black dress flowing in the slight breeze, her long hair curled, hanging over her shoulder.
She was confident, anyone could see that by her stride, and by the way she carried herself. Walking to the guard, you watched as she spoke to him for a moment, a smile gracing her features. It was the most beautiful smile you'd ever seen, something so rare that you'd only dreamt of it.
Turning away from the guard, she headed towards the doors at the back of the building, the glass doors leading to the offices. Pausing, she turned back, as if to scan the crowd, and her eyes landed on you. For just a moment, surprise registered across her face, to be replaced by her warm, inviting sexy smile. And then she was gone and you never saw her again, it was like she never existed. But you knew the truth. You knew she existed and knew that one day, you would see her again, one day soon.
And it was not long before you did - a week later at a night club. But this time she was wearing a short, tight purple dress, her hair tied up, slicked back. You recognised her almost anywhere, or course you would. It was the same girl, the same air of confidence around her as she flirted with the man on the dance floor, her arms wrapping around him tight, leaning in closer, whispering in his ear. It was the same sexy smile, the same laugh and the same sense of mystery that attracted you to her.
Who was she? You would probably never know, all you knew, was that if you were not pretending to listen at the art sale two months ago, staring into space, you probably wouldn't have noticed her.