The next day, I was distracted by thoughts of the evening in front of me. If Becca was right, if Alex and I hit it off, it would be an enjoyable evening for all. If we didn't connect, the evening could end up being awkward and extremely unpleasant.
When I got home, Becca was in the kitchen finishing up dinner. As she shoved the main course into the oven, she told me I had about forty-five minutes to clean up and change before Alex was due to arrive. I hopped into the shower and hurried to be ready well in advance of her appearance.
Carl got home about ten minutes before Alex was due to arrive, and Becca sent him scurrying to get ready.
A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. Becca grabbed my arm and told me to stay put in the living room; she would answer the door. I sat forward on the edge of my seat in anticipation.
I stood up when they walked into the living room.
"Mike, this is Alex. Alex, Mike," Becca said. Her abbreviated introduction complete, Becca stepped back. "I'll leave you two alone to either start getting acquainted or enjoy a few brief moments of really awkward silence while I go see what's taking Carl so long."
Turning on her heels, Becca disappeared down the hall to her bedroom. Alex and I stood there, sizing one another up. Her hair cascaded down, draped loosely about her shoulders, almost covering her breasts. She wore a three quarter sleeve white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a pale yellow skirt, and sandals. Becca had not lied about Alex's beauty, but she had seriously understated it. There was something about her that defied explanation, yet made her a remarkably irresistible woman.
I stepped toward Alex. Her smile exuded confidence, almost giving me the impression she was privy to some tidbit of information that I wasn't. I could see mischief dancing in her unquestionably green eyes and realized I could easily be in way over my head if I wasn't really careful.
"It's really nice to meet you," I said. I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, touching her lightly on the arm. She batted her eye lashes at me, continuing to smile. "I'm not big on awkward moments of silence. Becca's told me so much about you."
"Really?" Alex raised her eyebrows and tilted her head, the smile fading slightly. "I told her not to tell you too much or we wouldn't have anything to talk about."
"I'm sure we'll have plenty to discuss," I said. "Can I get you something to drink?"
"A glass of wine would be great," she said. She brought her hands up and pushed her hair back, exposing her neck and ears.
Carl and Becca walked back into the room and I watched as he greeted Alex, remarking that it had been a while since he'd seen her as Alex kissed him on the cheek.
Dinner went well, despite the initial awkwardness of unfamiliarity. I felt almost out of place, as it became clear that Alex had been friends with them for some time before I'd become a semi-permanent fixture at their house. She and Becca had known each other since college, and while they didn't work together, they stayed in touch as part of a group of women that went out together on a semi-regular basis, also known as "the girl's night out." Conversation progressed well, though, and by dinner's end, I felt we'd built enough of a bridge that we could successfully navigate our way through the rest of the evening.
After dinner, as Carl and Alex engaged in a brief moment of conversation, Becca pulled me aside in the kitchen.
"Carl and I are going to disappear for the evening. You won't see us again tonight," she said.
"You're not going to chaperone?" I asked.
"No, you're both adults," she said, drying her hands on a towel. "I think the two of you can handle being left alone." Becca turned to walk out of the kitchen, then swiveled back to me. "I don't know if she mentioned it or not, but she didn't drive here tonight. A mutual friend of ours dropped her off, so you'll have to take her home."
"Not a problem," I said, feigning comfort I certainly didn't feel at the moment.
Alex stepped back into the kitchen to pour herself another glass of wine as Becca disappeared down the hall. When she'd finished pouring her glass, she extended the bottle offering to refill my glass, too.
"No, if I'm driving you home later, I'd probably better not," I said. I got a glass of water.
"You're not trying to get rid of me already, are you?" Alex asked.
"No, of course not," I said. I turned and gestured to the living room. "Would you like to sit down and talk? Or if you want, we can go somewhere."
"Actually, I was thinking we might go sit out back and enjoy some of the fresh night air," she said.
"We can do that," I said, leading the way to the patio door and opening it. I held the door as she stepped outside and shut it behind us.
The sky was clear and full of stars, dimmed only by city lights in the distance. A gentle breeze blew, teasing her hair. We sat down on the wooden chaise lounge chairs at the edge of the patio and Alex kicked her shoes off. Our conversation covered a wide range of subjects including our likes and dislikes of music, food, movies, and a host of other things that helped define who we were as people. Time seemed to fly as we became more comfortable together. After a while, I noticed Alex's glass was empty and I asked her if she wanted more wine or something else to drink. She said another glass of wine would be wonderful and followed me to the kitchen.
"It's so quiet in here," she said. "Do they always go to bed this early on Friday night?"
"No," I said, "they're probable watching a movie in their bedroom. Becca told me they were disappearing for the evening."
I poured Alex's glass of wine, with her standing very close to me.
"So, how much did Becca actually tell you about me?" Alex asked. She leaned against the fridge, angling her body so that I had to reach around her to set the bottle down.
"Not all that much, really, as it turns out. I learned more about you at dinner tonight than I did from her," I said. "She told me your hair and eye color, that you were attractive, and that you liked to work with flowers as a hobby. That's about it."
Alex peered at me over her glass as she took a sip of her wine.
We walked back outside. I shut the patio door and turned to follow Alex back to the chairs, almost walking into her.
"So what color are my eyes?" she asked, standing there with them closed.
"Becca told me somewhere between hazel and green," I said, "but they are definitely green." I reached out and touched her elbows gently with my fingers, letting her know how close we were.
"Wow, I'm impressed. You get an 'A' for observation," she said, leaning forward and kissing me on the cheek. "In all fairness, I should tell you that her description is pretty accurate. My eyes have trouble deciding what color they want to be. Sometimes their color is dependent on what I wear. Tonight, though, I'm wearing a pair of contact lenses with a light green tint."
"Just to see if I was paying attention to your eye color?"
"No, I wear contacts," she said. "Usually, I wear contacts. Sometimes I wear glasses." She took a sip of her wine. "So if she didn't tell you that much about me, why did you tell me that she did?"
"I don't know. You had this really confident air about you; like you knew a secret that I didn't. I guess I wanted to try and see if I could shake it."
"Really confident, huh? Trust me, it's all an act. I am not that confident," she said, looking down at her glass and back up.
"Then you're a very good actress," I said. "So, Becca was right about the hair and eye color, not to mention you being attractive. Tell me about you and flowers."
