When I heard a hoot
outside I knew that it was him, I slightly opened the blinds to make sure, and
it was him. He was here! To pick ME up! I suddenly had a rush of excitement and
I quickly gave him two points in my mental scoreboard. I grabbed my purse and a
thought went through my mind “What if this date ends badly?” I quickly called a
friend to let her know she should be on standby, just in case I needed a lift
back home. The hooter went off again, I enjoyed keeping Leto waiting, I was a woman I a beautiful dress,
trying to impress and intimidate all at the same time. I laughed at my madness,
how I expected Leto to be straight with me when I was just
as guilty as him of sending mixed messages. I locked my room and walked down
the stairs. I stepped into his car and I was immediately welcomed by a fresh,
smooth and sensual scent. It was either Paco Rabanne or the new Ferrari
cologne. Leto’s cologne was absorbing, and I could not
resist getting caught up in that moment. He smiled slightly and then greeted me
as if he knew the feelings that were going through me. I wanted to apologize for
keeping him waiting, but I decided not to. His eyes were glued on me for a
while, and then he asked if I was ready to go, and I slowly responded
positively. I tried to pinch myself out of the excitement and euphoria. “You
look beautiful,” he said. “Thank you.” I tried to complement him on something, “you
smell good,” I could not believe my mouth, it was not supposed to betray me
like that. “thank you, my lady.” He smiled again and turned away to slide a CD
into the CD player. Enrique Iglesius, one of my favorite artists. What was Leto
trying to do? Suddenly only good memories flooded my mind in full
colour. I just lost the poker face I tried to pull in the music. We hardly
spoke a word until the end of the CD, I quickly pressed the repeat button
before any words could be exchanged. I felt disarmed and pathetic. We finally
arrived at a beautiful Italian restaurant called Amor, just a glance from the
outside displayed a lovely ambiance.
To be continued…
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