The next time I saw her, it was unexpected.
On the Subway, nearing to the comfort of my bed after a long day's work (if shooting a 67 year old congressman is deemed work now-a-days), clad in a large white jumper with the slogan "Je t'aime Paris" and an Eiffel tower, black patterned tights covered her shapely legs, little dolly shoes with a white strip across the toes on her feet. On her head was a large red wollen beanie, her eyes shaded by enormous Gucci bug eyes, her bangles complimented her outfit and a black tote resided beside her. She was beautiful. Classy, understated but grand in quality.
At that moment what she was wearing did not matter, she could have been wearing a bin bag for all I cared, what I was concentrating on, was the smile on her face. It was small but it lit up her face curved her features into something cherubic. Angelic, even. I watched that smile under my lashes, trying to concentrate on the paper I was supposed to be reading, and failing.
Sometimes, I would be blessed with a flash of white when something really tickled her, or a purse of the lips when something she didn't like came around. My favourite thing was when she was thinking really hard, when she pulled herself into her head to really ponder about something. A small crease mark would marr the skin between her eyebrows. It took every single ounce of my willpower to not go over there and smooth it out with the tips of my fingers, or my lips, or my ton-
"Is she a friend of yours?" A gravelly voice came from beside me.
I looked round to see the inquisitor, a small old woman with hair as white as snow, and skin as black as night looked up at me curiously. Her eyes were piercingly dark as if they could burn into your soul if their master so asked of them, but for now they were calm and warm, and had a sparkle of curiosity about them.
"Excuse me?" I asked, although I knew what she was talking about, I didn't quite want to answer with 'well no, no she's not, I did try to kill her though, does that put us on friendly terms?'
"The sweet blonde over there. The one you've been oogling at for the past five minutes." The lady chastises good naturedly, mirth sparkling in her eyes.
I blush "No, she's not. But I know of her." I finish lamely.
"Why don't you speak to her?" she says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.
"Well...I...just...because..." I trail off, unable to find any real reason to not talk to her. Apart from you know, the tiny fact that she could find out that I was the one who made an attempt on her life.
The dark woman chuckles "Then whatchu doing sitting next to this old woman, go talk to her."
"Bu-"
"Go!" She pushes me up slightly, surprised by her strength I stood up. But don't make any move towards the blonde. I blush profusely as I realise I'm stood there for no apparent reason. I turn to the woman.
Go she mouthes with a flick of her hands motioning for me to proceed.
I take a deep breath to calm me, straighten out my gray pea coat and march purposefully towards her. Well as purposefully as you can in a moving train.
I stand in front of the empty seat next to her, she's looking down at a book a smile gracing her lips. She senses my presence and looks up, her face questioning.
"Can I sit?" I say dumbly, motioning to the seat beside her.
She smirks a little recognition spreading across the planes of her face, "I don't know, can you sit?"
I laugh nervously at her correction of my grammar, normally when I'm not struck by paralysing nerves I am a stickler for grammar, I even send grammatically correct texts. I mean seriously what is lol and sry and u it's spelt Y-O-U no-
ANSWER HER YOU IMBECILE the voice in my head cuts off my ramblings.
I flounder "Sorry, I meant may I sit here?" I give her a lopsided grin and push back a strand of long dark brown hair.
She tinkles "Of course, please." She moves her bag from her side and places it on her lap, resting the book on her bag.
"What's taken your fancy today?" I nod towards the book, trying to seem aloof and nonchalant.
The corners of her mouth tug up and she flips the book over her thumb so the cover is showing.
"Boil, boil, toil and trouble; A Witches Guide to the Wonderful World of Magic?" I raise an eyebrow.
"What can I say, I'm into Witchcraft. It's a comedy, about the trouble and strife of being a witch in a modern world." she says with a shrug.
I chuckle, I love this girl more and more. I mean...no.
"What?" Her eyebrows furrow in what seems to be annoyance.
"I love magic." I state simply. "Always have. However I would not have you down as the magical type. Are you hiding an inner goth?" I joke with a wink.
"Damn you got me, let me just change into my cape and put on my make up." she grins.
I snicker. "But seriously, you like witchcraft?"
"Uh huh, skulls, bones, Pirates, witches, magic." She looks around as if to check no one is listening then leans in close.
My breathing picks up infinitesimally and my heart pounds in my chest, God alive she smells fantastic, like the first buds on a blossom tree, the smell of cut grass, withundertones of a log fire on a winters day and freshly fallen leaves in fall. Oh, Barbra. You have it bad.
"Tim Burton really turns me on. Sexiest. Man. Alive." She says straight faced.
But then she slips and her mouth twitches and we both dissolve into fits of giggles.
We talk for what seems like hours, never once was there an awkward gap between us, just comfortable silences as we pondered over what the other said.
"The next stop is, 59th Street, Columbus Circle." the automated voice.
"That's my stop." she whispered softly.
I frown. "Oh for the love of-" I scowl.
"What?" her eyes widen.
"That means I've got to spend more time with you." my scowl turns into a smirk.
She pushes me gently "Had me going." she grumbles.
A few hours later
"Thank you for walking me home, you know you didn't have to." she states with a smile.
I shake my head "My Daddy would have smacked me round the head if I didn't. It's just how I was brought up. In fact, he's probably hid behind a tree getting ready to pick me out." I quickly grab her from behind using her as a human sheild from my invisible father.
She giggles, and smacks my hand playfully and I let go and walk beside her again.
"Well it's very chivalrous of you." She looks up. "Quite the gentleman...well, gentlewoman." she winks.
I chuckle. She starts to slow down and I walk a little further before turning to face her, I lean against the black metal rails surrounding the town house.
"Well here's my stop." She looks up at the house.
"So it is." I give her my most sincere smile. "I had a great day today. Never thought hanging out with a goth would be this much fun." I wink at her.
She playfully punches me in the arm. "I had great time too. Never thought I'd enjoy hanging out with a weirdo who likes to spend her free time singing Broadway tunes with homeless guys." she quirks an eyebrow.
"Ooh, touche." I look down at my feet. "Well, I guess this is goodbye."
She nods, looking down. Then she brings her head up quickly. "Turn around."
"Excuse me?" sure I hadn't heard her right.
She motions for me to turn. I comply, completely bewildered. And then feel a pressure on my back and I turn my head to see the girl writing on a piece of paper she's drawn from her bag.
Once finished she taps my left shoulder with her right hand, I piviot slowly, her hand remains on my shoulder and soon her palm is place right above my heart. I'm sure she can feel it hammering away.
With her left hand she brings the piece of paper to our faces. I didn't realise quite how close we were, I can smell her enchanting scent whenever the breeze wafts it my way, my head swims. I can feel her breath swirling over my neck whenever she exhales, my head swims. I can see her eyes, those hazel eyes, that have a light of there own, they could burn me alive, my head swims.
"My phone number." she looks at the paper, then back down again to me. "Then therestaurant you're going to take me to and when you're going to take me."
I take the paper from her hand, fingers brushing fingers, and look at it "How do you know I'll be free then, or that I'll even take you?" I raise an eyebrow. Of course I'm going to take her, of course I'll make time. I'd cancel a meeting with the president for her. It's ironic how accurate that could possibly be.
Her face falls "Wishful thinking?"
"Consider me you're Genie then ma'am." I take a bow. "Your wish is my command."
She beams at me and my heart almost stops.
"Good." She bends down, placing her right hand on my heart again and places a swift kiss on my cheek. "Goodbye, and thank you for the lovely afternoon." Then her warmth is removed from me as she walks up the stairs to her door. My eyes follow her.
She pushes the key into the lock and opens the door, she goes to step in, but turns around. "Leaving anytime soon?" she says with a smirk.
I roll my eyes to high heaven "Your wish is my command, milady" I take an extravagant bow, and turn to walk off. I take 1, 2, 3 strides then turn and walk backwards, and I catch the blonde watching me. "Try not to miss me too much." I turn and hop off the kerb.
I hear a door shut and I smile, I pull the card to my face and read.
Friday - 6pm, here.
The Corner
"Kurt is going to kill me." I sigh.
AN: I'm sorry for being such a terrible updater, all shi- hell is going up in my life, and writing has taken a bit of a back seat. But here is the next chapter. The next chapter will be Kurt's reaction and date night :)
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