Disclaimer: I don't own Big or Carrie or anything from Sex in the City
Chapter 1
As Carrie walked down the street, Prada bag swinging she smiled to herself. It was a rainy night in the city. She was thinking of Big. He could not stand getting his hair wet. She remembered nights when they had ran hand in hand to get to her apartment because he couldn't stand it so much. There she was, holding her heels in her hand and splashing her feet through the streets. Not exactly the picture of New York elegance but she didn't care. They had not seen each other in about six months. She had missed him, but tonight they were meeting up in a trendy new bar for cocktails while he was in the city.
She had already told herself that only two martinis were allowed. If she had anymore than that she would most likely be out of control of her actions and once again finding herself in Mr Big's strong arms. She could swear that Cosmopolitans unleashed something wild in her. She chuckled as she remembered the first time Charlotte had tried the martini. It was just becoming the fashionable drink to buy and Charlotte was desperate to try it but scared of the strong alcohol effects of it. She was a lightweight in those days. She took one sip and screwed up her face. "All I can taste is vodka!"
"Charlotte, honey, that is the point" Samantha stated simply before taking a big swig of hers. When Charlotte's first glass was finished, she was straight back to the bar for seconds and had her mind set on sampling more than just the martini list. She winked at the barman as she asked him for a flirtini. By the end of the night, she was taking him home for her first one nightstand. They were all 24, however Charlotte had always been the innocent one. "Well," Carrie thought, " It certainly unleashed the wild side of Charlotte and that is no mean feat.
As she entered the new bar, she saw Big sitting talking at the bar to one of the tenders. As always, he looked so sure of himself. He sat swirling his martini and popped the olive in his mouth. He looked refined but yet sexy. She bit her lip. Maybe she would need more than two martinis. She composed herself and strutted over to him. He smiled and winked when he saw her. They embraced each other delicately. "Missed you," he whispered gently in her ear and kissed her cheek. She smiled. There was a lapse in conversation. She had so much to say to him but yet didn't know where to start.
He seemed to be surveying her. She smiled awkwardly and asked the barman for a cosmopolitan. As she looked at the ground, she noticed and umbrella propped up on the bar. Smirking she remembered who she was talking to. It was her Big. She loosened up and didn't know why she had ever worried. She immediately started teasing him about the umbrella as they walked over to the table.
"What!" he exclaimed laughing, "Can't a guy want to look good to meet his favourite girl?"