A date?

The entire idea inspired different thoughts and emotions in my head. I wanted the night to be about me, I didn't know whether I was ready to sacrifice most of time, trying to make small talk with a person that I will probably never speak to again. I love Caroline, I really do but when it comes to playing cupid she's the absolute worst. But at the same time, another part in me was excited to see this person, a part that couldn't stop wondering what he could look like, that wanted to learn about him and who he is so much, that that sensation terrified me a little. After all who knows? Maybe this meeting will add some magic to my way too rushed plan… And anyway it Is too late for second guessing now. Caroline will pick me up in an hour and I'm still in my purple slippers and giant college hoodie.

I hurry to my room, not having a clue what I'm going to wear. I guess my plan wasn't at all that well thought after all. I spend 20 minutes going through my entire closet, then I randomly choose to wear a black strapless dress matched with black pumps that Bonnie got me for my birthday last year…

I laugh at myself because that decision sounded ironic to me, I celebrating my soul searching with doing the least me-like thing: wearing heels. I just hope I won't fall on my face or break my ankles. I choose to let my hair down, I don't curl it, I just leave it the way it is.

And when I check my watch, I notice that I'm already more than ten minutes late, Caroline has probably planned eighty six different ways she is going to murder me!

She's waiting for me in her car while holding on tightly to her phone and eyeing my building with such impatience.. And when she finally sees me she let's go of it and puts it in her bag rapidly while screaming out " Hallelujah! And you dare to accuse me of taking forever to get ready? "

I open the door and sit next to her while apologizing endlessly and justifying my late arrival while trying to adjust my very uncomfortable dress.

She said that we'll meet up with Klaus, her boyfriend and Stefan who is apparently a buddy of his at a club called "The Black Diamond"… Turns out this time, Caroline wasn't the matchmaker! She and Klaus have been together for about four months now, they met while she was writing an article about him for her magazine, since he is one of New York's youngest and richest business men. To a stranger they might seem like the oddest most unlikely of couples but they actually get on well together which still shocks me every time, because their characters are basically the total opposite of one another.

We arrive to our destination, the place seems crowded we barely found a spot to park the car. And when we got out I was overwhelmed by hope and certainty. I knew something better and different was waiting for me. Lights were shining brighter than the sun, people were moving everywhere around us, you could hear the sound of music coming through the walls, making me energetic and ready to dance already. I guess my blind faith is my most loyal companion lately.

We walk inside, and somehow Caroline's look fell on Klaus who was getting drinks at the bar. I can barely see with all the people pushing me trying to get from one spot to another and the blinding lights. She waved at him while sporting her beautiful smile. The bar was too crowded anyway so he came immediately to us while smiling back, but he wasn't alone. He was accompanied by a guy, he seemed fairly tall, his hair appeared to be nothing less than flawless , it had the color of sunshine, you could see his green eyes piercing through the lights, and his jaw was strong, but somehow his features looked tender and smooth. I felt as if I knew him my entire life. He was noticeably good looking. Then I realized that there's a very high chance that this guy could be my date? And suddenly the idea didn't seem too bad. He was wearing a light blue shirt and a loose tie , and he was holding his jacket in his hands which probably means that he came straight from work and is actually employed unlike the last guy Caroline set me up with.

I get lost in my thoughts.. again.. that I fail to notice that he's actually standing right in front of me and greeting me, I nervously manage to say Hi. Then Klaus invited us to take our seats, and pointed towards our table while he proposed to get us our drinks, Caroline said that she'd go with him, and winked at me. I think even she was surprised by Stefan and who can blame her?. I felt the air being sucked out of my lungs when Stefan, out of the blue put his hand around my waist and guided me to the table. You don't usually expect people to have enough confidence to act that intimate after five minutes of meeting you. But I was glad that he had enough courage to do so, because the feeling of his hand on my body felt extremely good. He was acting like a gentleman for the most part which was confusing to me.

"I know we've just me, but I'm quite certain that you're staring?"He said to me, and I wasn't sure whether he was joking… but his remark took me by surprise. But I decided not to let it show.

"No, I just got lost in my thoughts, I guess… That's what writers do right?" I manage to answer, but at least I didn't lie.

" I wouldn't know! But Terry Josephson did say that no matter where you go or what you do , you live your …"

"entire life within the confines of your head… " I interrupt while failing to hide my amazement. That quote is one of my favorites and almost my life motto!

"Do you wanna get out of here? Go somewhere we can talk? I'm not really big on clubs"

"Neither am I"I repliec then I grabbed my purse and followed him out , probably my most reckless decision so far. This guy is practically a stranger to me and I chose to go with him and leave my best friend without a warning, while he could easily turn out to be a psychopath and shoot me in the head as soon as we leave. But there was something about him that made me trust him instantly and not question his motives. I still don't even know his last name or where he lives but all I knew is that he had this look in his eyes, so soft and mesmerizing. They say that the eyes are the mirror to the soul. And in his case his soul felt like magic and beauty. Not how I expected my night to turn out. I walking side by side with one of the most intriguing yet handsome men I ever met, in the middle of the streets of new York and it's almost midnight.

We talk about all different kind of subjects, and surprisingly I let him lead the conversation. Not what I usually do, but I like listening to what he says so much that I hand him the throne and choose to tag along. We talk about politics ,music and books. We have almost the same opinions but different tastes. He is more daring and confident than I ever were or ever will be. Then suddenly he stops and looks at me for a while, just looking through my eyes. And I feel so exposed , like he's reading right through me. I feel vulnerable under his look. I find it surprising that he chose to look into my eyes while most guys at the club or in the street chose to stare at my cleavage or my legs. Then out of nowhere he said "Take off your heels, and how about I race you to that pizza place across the street? Whoever wins, gets an extra slice.. " he proposed

And he doesn't wait for my response, as if he were so sure that I can't resist the offer since first I came here to do something different and crazy, and it doesn't get crazier than this, and secondly I am starving.

So I do as he says, and it surprises me that I do it by choice, not because he asked me to. I guess I never knew how much I wanted to run bare foot in the middle of the streets before. As the wind is rushing through with my hair and hitting my skin all I can think of is . Will Stefan be plot twist to my life story?