I hope you enjoy this story.
As usual it is a slow burn without a ton of sex.
Chapter 1
***Sagan***
I reluctantly agreed to let my co-workers talk me into going across the street to the brewery after work for happy hour. Normally on a Friday evening, I would be at home working in my conservatory or planning on where to aim my telescope for the weekend.
When they asked me to come along, I wanted to say no. But the little voice of my mother inside my head is as annoying as ever. 'Go out with your friends', she always said, 'you can't live your life in a book'.
That's how I found myself at the end of the table listening to everyone else talk about life, love, and the dreams of every twenty something young adult.
The brewery was set up like an old dining hall with long narrow high top tables where everyone sat together. The concept was lacking as you couldn't have much of a conversation with anyone besides the person sitting beside or across from you. I was sitting at the end, just listening to everyone talk and laugh when a young woman approached the table across from me.
"Are these two seats taken?"
Before me stood the most beautiful lady I have ever seen in my life. She had long black silky hair, with an exotic look I had never seen before. She was impeccably dressed in business casual, although I think she would look amazing in just a burlap bag.
"No, they're all yours."
She took the seat directly across from me, and put her jacket on the seat back beside her. I figured she was waiting for her boyfriend to join her. As she sat down, she looked at me and gave me a faint smile.
"Thanks."
"You're very welcome."
I could tell she wanted to be left alone, so I did. Unfortunately for her, the other guys in the bar weren't as observant as I am.
She was sitting there for less than two minutes when the first one came up.
"Hey, can I buy you a drink?"
"No, I'm sure the waitress will be here soon enough."
He got the message by the look in her eyes and moved on. The waitress took her order, but before she came back with her drink, another decided to try his luck.
"Hi. Is this seat taken?"
"There's a coat hanging on it isn't there?"
By now, I was amused by the show.
The third guy was pure entertainment.
"Hey. I finally made it."
"Who are you?"
"The man of your dreams you've been looking for!"
I was impressed by the incredibly evil face she gave the guy. I almost laughed at how fast he backpedaled out of there. I must have been smiling at her annoyance.
"I hope you're amused."
"I'm sorry, but this is great entertainment, even if it's at your expense."
She pretended to glare at me, until another guy walked up. Before he could even open his mouth, we looked at him and both of us started laughing. He didn't even try, just turned around and moved on.
"You know, if you were a real gentleman, you would sit beside me until my friend shows up. That would help to fend off the leeches."
"How do you know those guys were all leeches? Maybe one of them was a real gentleman as well?"
"Trust me, I can tell they didn't have a gentlemanly thought in their head."
"And I look like a gentleman?"
"You do."
"I will have to work on that, I'm really trying to go for the bad boy look."
She laughed at me, we both knew that I looked nothing even close to a bad boy. A better description would be outdoorsy. I grabbed my drink, walked around and took the seat beside her.
"I'm Sagan. Nice to meet you."
"Payet. Sounds like both of our families like unique names."
"My parents were both high school science teachers. I'm named after Carl Sagan. My mother said there was no way in hell she was naming her baby Carl or Galileo, so they settled on Sagan."
"I don't have an interesting story behind mine. My mother's from India and my father's from France. They came up with a name that would sound authentic to both of their heritages."
"A French Indian? That's a combination I haven't heard before. How did they end up together?"
"My father is an assistant diplomat for the government. He was assigned to India where he met my mother. Even though they came from vastly different cultures, they immediately fell in love. When my father was reassigned, he took her with him."
"That sounds like a fairy tale love story. When did you come along?"
"My father's next assignment was in Washington DC. They were quickly married and I was born within a year."
Our conversation was interrupted by her phone going off. After a ten second call she hung up with an irritated look on her face.
"Well shit."
"Everything ok?"
"Yeah, my friend Lindsay is a traveling nurse and is in town for a couple weeks. We were supposed to have a couple of drinks and dinner to catch up, but she just got called into an emergency surgery."
"I'm actually starving to death myself. If you want to grab a table, we can have dinner."
She looked at me warily, her lips pressed together, eyes furrowed.
"And then?"
"And then what?"
"What's after dinner?"
"Well, then I will walk you to your car and say goodnight. I need to get some sleep, I have a date with a mountain tomorrow."
"OK, but it has to be Dutch, you're not buying me dinner. I'm curious now and have to hear what a date with a mountain entails."
"Dutch it is."
***Payet***
It had been a long day, and all I wanted to do was have a drink and dinner with Linday before she left town again. She's a travel nurse who found love on her ranch in Wyoming. Her and Zane have a wonderful marriage and it's been awhile since I have seen them.
She doesn't travel much anymore, but since Denver is close she occasionally spends a week or two at the local hospital when they're shorthanded. Whenever she's in town, I try to spend as much time with her as possible, jealously listening to stories of the love and new life she has found.
When she got called into surgery, I was left with a choice. Go home alone once again and try to find something to eat, or go to dinner with the first guy who has piqued my interest in the last two years.
I don't know what it is about Sagan that caught my attention. Maybe it's the fact that he looks into my eyes when he is talking to me instead of talking to my tits like many men. Or it could be that he is very articulate and easy to talk to so far. I decided what the hell, I may as well have a meal with someone besides myself for once.
We found a booth in the dining area and placed our dinner orders along with another round of drinks.
