A/N: I just looked this up and lustrious isn't a word, I meant lustrous, but I'm sure you all figured that one out didn't you? Don't be shy to tell me in reviews if I've spelled something wrong, just say "Hey, dumbass, you spelled"blank"wrong." Here you go, the new chapter of Rusty and Isabel!
The next day, Isabel continued her lunch routine. The same tiny café, the same lunch, the same table. She hadn't thought of the handsome stranger all day and was just about to commence eating when a shadow fell on her table.
Looking up she saw the man, the gorgeous man from yesterday. He was wearing a white suit with fancy sunglasses, his hair spiked into blonde perfection. He had a cocky smile, she noticed, and bright white teeth. She could feel herself blush a little, she flashed him her own pearly whites.
"I saw you yesterday, right? You were sitting in this exact spot, I remember because I almost let myself get caught when I saw you," he said, shaking her hand.
"Yes, that was me," Isabel replied, blushing more. He smiled again.
"I'm Rusty Ryan."
"Isabel Lahiri."
"It's nice to meet you, Isabel. Do you mind if I sit here?" He asked, gesturing to the empty chair across the table from her.
"No, not at all. I was just about to eat, would you like something, Rusty?" She asked, watching him closely.
"No, I just ate. So, do you live here?" He asked, trying to make polite conversation. Isabel smiled.
"Yes, I have my own flat. What about you, you're American right?"
"Yeah, but I'm thinking about staying here in Amsterdam, it's so beautiful. It seems everyday I discover something more beautiful." The last bit he said while looking directly at the gorgeous woman across the table, noticing how badly she was blushing.
"My, you're a charmer, Mr. Ryan," she laughed.
"It's part of the job," he explained. She looked at him curiously.
"What is it, exactly, that you do?" She wondered.
"What don't I do?" He asked jokingly. She smiled again, she seemed to be doing a lot of that. It was funny when she thought about it, she got hit on everyday by good-looking men, but there was something about Rusty Ryan, he seemed to entice her somehow. She looked back up at him to see piercing blue eyes staring into her own bright amber eyes.
"So, are you here on business?" She inquired, wanting to know more about him.
"I guess you could say that," he said casually, "It's more like a vacation really, I just got off a big job and I needed some relaxation."
Unfortunately before Isabel could reply her cell phone rang loudly. She sighed, she seemed to have the worst luck in the world. She answered the phone, and as she talked Rusty watched her, feeling himself drawn to this woman he hardly knew. Isabel hung her phone up and sighed again.
"I'm sorry, I've got to get back to work. There's a bunch of paperwork waiting for me and my boss is going to have a heart attack if it's not on his desk soon." She explained as the waiter came over to give her the bill. She was about to pay the waiter when Rusty money out of his pocket and gave it to the waiter.
"You didn't have to that," Isabel said, a little shocked.
"I wanted to. Listen, would you care to meet me for dinner tonight. I know the perfect restaurant, it's French. Maybe we could talk some more." He offered, helping her out of her chair.
"Sure! I know the place you're talking about, I'll meet you there at 7 o'clock, okay?"
"Sounds great. I'll see you tonight then." He smiled. Isabel hailed down a taxi and opened the door.
"I guess you will, Mr. Ryan," she said, before getting into the taxi and driving off. Rusty smiled, he couldn't believe his luck.
Well, how was it? Corny right? I liked it, it'll get a little steamier in later chapters. There were tryouts for my school swim team last Tuesday and we just found who made the team today and I didn't make it (of course) So review and make me feel better, lol.