The Pharmacy is a place to get medicine for healing, a dreary place where truth be told nothing ever exciting happens at least that's what I thought. It was a Saturday, a little down in temperature, but still mildly pleasant.
I was standing in line, I was greeted by an amazing and beautiful sight. A woman stood in down the aisle to my left, who looked gorgeous, she was clad in attire for colder climates. Her dark hair cascaded down onto her shoulders and her light blue eyes created an unforgettable contrast. In addition to her light skin, she wore a light beige sweater dress and was clad in black stockings which were dark in colour, along with black boots which complemented her beautifully. However, it seemed that just as quickly as she had appeared, she disappeared.
"Story of my life," I thought as she disappeared.
I carried on my errands, getting what I needed and heading out to my car. As thoughts about the low odds of ever seeing her again flowed through my head, I look up and saw her walking with the sun shining on her, the red tint in her hair became visible. She looked amazing, it was a sign there was no time to fuck about.
I quickly put my items into my car and then strode up to her, just as a full bag slipped from her hands. I reached out and grabbed it and lifting it up just before, it had touched the floor. I lifted it up and handed it to her just as she had placed the other bags of hers into her car.
"Thank you, I thought men like you didn't exist anymore, the chivalrous type is still here it seems."
"You are most welcome, it was just the decent thing to do."
"You have impressed me. . ." She said to me with an outstretched hand.
"Bill," I replied as I grasped her hand and shook it.
"Scarlett, nice to meet you Bill."
"It is very nice to meet you Scarlett."
"You are intriguing and not just because of your chivalrous nature."
"We could always delve deeper into this discussion, if you wish."
"Now that is a good idea, pass me your phone."
I obliged and handed it to her, she typed in her number and handed it back to me. I saved the contact, her full name was Scarlett Johnson. An honourable name, and an interesting past. After I bid her goodbye I walked back to my car and drove home. I kept thinking how quickly that went, my actions were too swift for me to get nervous or decide to not go through with it.
It certainly was not the thing I normally would do, chatting up women almost never happened. An annoying voice in my head would normally be enough to dissuade me from even trying. I certainly do not know what it could have been. However, for the first time in my life, I decided that the mystery before me should remain.
I called her the next day.
"Hi Scarlett, it's me Bill."
"Oh hey Bill, I was kind of hoping you would call. How have you been?"
"Fantastic, could not be better. How about yourself."
"Great, I'm doing great."
"So Bill, down to brass tax."
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Now that I like, say it again."
"Certainly, Ma'am."
"So how about that discussion?"
"Certainly, when is good for you?"
"How about we meet Saturday. A little late morning coffee."
"That sounds perfect Scarlett, 10 or so."
"Sure, there is this great little place I know, I'll text you the address."
"Look forward to seeing you then Scarlett, cheers."
"Cheers Bill."
She ended the call and I placed my phone back onto the bed and wondered how and why? I half suspected I was dreaming, I pinched myself just to be sure. Sure enough, I was not dreaming. I firstly would have never considered myself a ladies man, or even a womaniser, far from it.
Just after college, I confessed my love to a particular woman whom I quite liked. She was not interested, and was kind enough to put me down gently. Although that did little to ease the pain of rejection.
I did have a little fun, but it wasn't of my own actions like what was shaping up at that time.
Afterwards, I had more less contented myself to the single life, visiting strip clubs, watching porn, and other activities the single life would present a person.
However, something might have changed or the old saying of love will find you may have turned out to not be bullshit after all.I put on the brakes, I was getting way ahead myself, much to my dismay. I reeled it in, told myself, it was a chance to get to know a woman.
It could hardly be classified as a date, I mean I would sit and talk to women I work with at the cafeteria, that certainly does not qualify as a date, merely some usual conversation between two co-workers.
So would my mind be more or less settled by time Saturday rolled around? I was not sure, but I realised I would only find out when the time came for me to meet her. I then carried on lazing around the rest of the day and preparing myself for the week ahead.
The week dragged on, as one would expect. The weekend could not arrive soon enough. Eventually, it had arrived. I found myself waking up on Saturday morning. I knew I would see her in a couple of hours, for some coffee, a light breakfast, and a little conversation. I glanced over at my phone and realised it was rather early for a Saturday, even though my mind refused me rest the night before.
The morning lingered on as I continued my usual routine on the weekend. Soon 10 am arrived, and so had I at the location we had agreed upon. It was a quite a nice place, a coffee shop cum restaurant tucked away in a prominent part of an affluent suburb.
I had arrived and sat down awaiting Scarlett's arrival. I needn't wait long as soon I had my eyes fixed upon Scarlett approaching me. She wore a blue jeans, a sweater and a light beige colour jacket.
"Hey Scarlett, you are certainly the fashionista."
"Bill, you are quite the snake charmer, and you don't look so bad yourself."
"Why thank you Scarlett."
"You are most welcome."
We ordered some coffee and began to converse.
"So you have been here most of your life."
"Pretty much, more or less grew up here."
"High school and university. It was a good time, mostly university."
"Oh I see," Scarlett responded with a bit of a smirk.
"Like I said, it was a good time."