I was nervous. But then I'm always nervous when it comes to him. Always second guessing every thought, every word, every action. Should I or shouldn't I? For months he'd been in my head. The question tonight was will I or won't I?
It was his birthday. The one thing I wanted to give him most was a selfish gift. Not that he wouldn't enjoy it. But really, it was something I wanted. Maybe it was something he wanted too but nothing was certain. What's a girl to do?
I would let the moment decide.
The Friday night crowd was loud and friendly at the pub yet she saw him almost immediately standing at the bar looking his usual well put together self. Brown blazer over blue jeans. Hands in his pockets pulled his blazer up framing his sweet ass. Her heart sped up just looking at him and she had to remind herself to breathe. There was something about him that drew her in, his presence was warm, heady, sensual. She had been drowning in it for months. Delicious delirium.
He turned and looked her way, caught her eyes. It was hard to tell what he was thinking when he recognized her. Was he putting up his defenses? Was he happy that she came? She walked to him, it seemed in slow motion hoping she wouldn't trip or bump into anyone. Finally she stood looking up into his face, feeling small and very very nervous. She leaned in to speak,
"I just wanted to come by and wish you a Happy Birthday"
He gave a small nod and a smile
"Thank you! That's very sweet of you."
She leaned in again, a little closer to his ear,
"I have something for you, nothing much, don't worry"
As she fumbled with the card in her purse, he asked if he could buy her a drink. A waitress was just approaching and she ordered a B52 shooter. She didn't want to stay long and intrude on his pub night with friends but needed a little something to calm her nerves.