John and Mickie had been texting calling and meeting up for two months now and he was currently sat with her at a beach café in Tampa, he was shocked to have the week off he last worked the night before at raw and wasn't meant to be back until the following Monday, so invited mickie to meet him in Tampa. He was shocked when she came all that way for what he put across as a one day thing.
John knew if today he just didnt put everything out there to mickie, she would most probably get bored soon enough, what was he offering her? Meeting up once a month for a few days, and a peck on the cheek every now and then? It was hardly a big gesture to gain her as a girlfriend, another man could swoop in and knock her off her feet with lust and have her in seconds no doubt.
So John this time stepped his game up. On there third meet in person. As a some what dating duo.
The sun was white hot while everything around her was cool and shaded from the sun. She sat up straight, full of poise and confidence she didn't seem to fully believe herself. She watched him for a few seconds and glanced down at her flip flop covered feet, neither had spoke for a few seconds but it felt like minutes, neither feeling uncomfortable. Both at ease with the other's silence.
She reached back with both hands to fluff her hair off her neck it hung around her shoulders the action pushed her prominent breasts against her brief, blue bikini. She took the plastic bottle off the table and poured more water into her glass. The way her lips pursed around the rim made his blood feel like it was suddenly flowing backwards as he discreetly watched her.
"we could be good together" John spoke looking out at the ocean that was shining from the sun which was almost blinding.
"You sound pretty sure," she said setting her glass down
"The possibilities are slightly endless," he said.
"Really," she remarked with curious amusement.
John nodded. "Or we could part as good friends, with a handshake, thankful for a season of polite companionship."
"Polite companionship?" she snickered.
"Those are just the likely ones."
"And how many likely ones do you think there are?" She smiled with one side of her mouth.
"Not as many as the other kind."
"Hm, the other kind," she considered. "For example?"
She studied him with calm intensity. That's when he saw the other thing, the hint of uncertainty behind everything else. He leaned onto the table, angling toward her.
"Falling in love and running away over the hills." A smirk creased his face. "Maybe it's already started."
She laughed, as though passing off the foolishness of his remark.
It would have been easy to write her off as perfect with a passing glance, but he would have missed the little bits of clumsiness in the way she manoeuvred the tiny side walk table and chair, or the whispered suggestion of awkwardness in her body language in the topic of conversation.