As Carol left the store she felt she had a light weight in her head. She found herself laughing about this meeting she just had with that young hot woman. It's common to have small crushes with people we meet on a daily basis, but Carol thought this was different. It had an odd and tasty impact. She started to figure how'd she would see that young lady again. I should have asked a business card or something. Carol went straight to Bryant Park, where she would meet Abby for a quick lunch and talk about moving their store to Soho. Their business was progressing really well, not only they sold old and restored furniture, they also made interior design by request. After the divorce, Carol downsized the life she had with Harge, for her great amusement, once she finally found a purpose in life. She degreed in interior design and decoration, with a special expertise in software like autocad and intericad. The first project she had the pleasure to accomplish was her own apartment in Maddison Avenue, which she had the amusement to decorate. It was big enough for having Rindy from time to time, and Carol had a deeply private thought about finding someone with whom to share that big space.

Therese didn't quite know how to act about that tiny wallet. If it was any other person the first thing she'd do was to call. But she felt awkward about that tall blonde who smelled like the fresh air in paradise. Well she has two credit cards here, she'll figure that something is missing. Meanwhile by the afternoon the rythm in the studio boosted and she didn't have the time to stop with her cell phone and dial that number. The fact was that her focus was difficult to center at work, Therese didn't like to have undisclosed subjects in her mind, and this was starting to become one. When finally she closed the store by 7 pm she grabbed her phone and dialed the number.

"Hello?!"

"Hi, this is Therese Belivet, I was wondering if I could speak with Carol Aird."

A man's voice answered with dismay. "This number doesn't belong to Carol anymore."

"Oh..." Therese didn't know what to do. But she figured that the man knew Carol somehow.

"I'm sorry I'm attending a meeting, if you call me later I can give you Carol's number, or I'll text you."

"Well, I'm sorry, she was in my studio today and she forgot a wallet with two credit cards a business card that had this number, that's why I'm calling."

"Ok, if I talk to her I'll let her know that you called."

Therese didn't know if he was returning the phone call, texting or telling Carol about the wallet. She felt a sudden disappointment. Well maybe she'll remember about the wallet, or have to pay anything...

Later that day Carol went to 5th avenue to find a present for Rindy. When she was about to pay her wallet was nowhere to be found. Oh... I'm so clumsy. "Ok, can you hold the order and I'll come back later?" the lady was displeased but she nodded ok.

Carol hurried to the street and grabbed a taxi. "7th with 23rd please!" Actually she couldn't believe she had the chance to see the hot chic again. And for valid reasons. When Carol left the taxi only to see that the studio had already the curtains down, she felt a bit distressed. Fuck it's 7,10pm probably she left by 19!

Therese met Dannie and some friends in a pub for drinks before dinner. They had a party afterwards, where Therese would meet some new friends. But in fact the only thing she could think of that night was that meeting she had early that afternoon. Suddenly she could imagine holding Carol in her arms and just smelling her scent in her neck. At some point she also condemnend her own imagination, once she knew nothing about that woman, and probably she would never see her again.

Carol headed home feeling a bit defeated. All that she wanted was to see that girl again today, maybe ask her for a late drink, talk... But she had the misfortune of finding the store closed. She would be back the next day though. When she was preparing dinner Harge called.

"Hey, a chick just called me about a wallet you left somewhere. Please be careful with your stuff and correct your phone number in your business card." Harge was...harsh.

Carol couldn't contain the excitment imagining receiving a call from the lady.

"Oh yes, I went back there to grab my wallet but the store was already closed. Can you give me her number?"

Harge gave his ex-wife Therese's number. It was a bit late to call but Carol decided to give it a try. No one answered God maybe it's too late. Actually Therese had already forgotten her cell phone inside her purse, since she was with a bunch of friends in a loudy place, she didn't hear the phone ring. A few hours later when she checked the phone she had a text message from an unrecognisable number.

- "Hi, this is Carol I went to your studio today and I forgot my wallet there. I'm sorry for the late hours, I tried to call but it's an inappropriate time in the evening. I'll come around tomorrow to recover my belongings. I'm sorry and thank you for the effort."

Therese couldn't help but smile to the text message. "It's so 21st century to smile to a device, isn't that so?" Asked Genevieve. "Oh, yes! Yes it is!"

Therese went home with a feeling that filled her heart. There was hope and expectation inside her. It took a while to fall asleep, she wondered between different thoughts. At the same time she thought about what she felt the first time she led eyes on Carol, she also thought of herself of naive in thinking she could ever put her hands on her. One can only dream.

Carol lay down on the bed thinking she didn't even know her name. I want to know her name told by those utterly sexy lips. Not on the phone, told by fucking Harge. Tomorrow, first thing in the morning I'm there. She didn't answer but I'm there.

And so Carol fell asleep, after having a pleasurable orgasm, thinking and fantasizing about that meeting and what could occur.