Prompt: Doug Witter -"You know, that's maybe what sucks most about getting older. Somewhere along the way you just lose the butterflies" - 'Dawson's Creek'
I looked around the ballroom of the Waldorf where Isabella's latest charity event was taking place. It looked as if everything was in order for the guests to start arriving in twenty minutes. I breathed a sigh of relief. The last four hours had been a mad dash to make sure this event unfolded smoothly as my boss and mentor was counting on me.
My cell phone vibrated and as nothing was demanding my immediate attention, I slipped it out of my pocket to check it. I smiled as I saw it was a text message from Blaine.
I know you're busy tonight, but I just wanted to say good luck. I'm sure things will be fabulous because everything you do always is.
Despite the two of us not dating, I found my heart skipping a beat at the praise and I'm sure the smile on my face grew brighter.
"And that would be a text from Blaine," I heard Isabella state as I put the cell phone away.
I quickly turned in her direction.
"Everything is ready for the event to start. I went through my checklist twice."
"I have no worries about tonight. That's why I put you in charge," Isabella told me, reaching out to pat my shoulder.
"Why do you say the text is from Blaine?" I asked her, curious as to how she could tell.
"The way your face lights up when you read it. It only happens when you get a text or talk to Blaine. When it's Adam, you just get a small smile on your lips that doesn't reach you eyes," Isabella told him.
I blushed. I didn't think I was that transparent. "I still get the butterflies when it comes to Blaine," I admitted quietly.
"Ah, the butterflies. I miss those," Isabella said as someone called her name. "My advice, listen to the butterflies," she told me, before heading off in the direction of the guy who had called her name.
~Listen to the butterflies,~ I thought as I watched my boss walk away. Isabella's advice had yet to steer me wrong. Perhaps she had a point.