Faith stepped out of the store in such a rush that she never saw him coming. David had just looked down to the ringing that emerged from his pocket when she hit him, literally. It was 6:30pm on a snowy Thursday night at the corner of Queen and Yonge St when the two collided for what was not to be the last time.
"Excuse me."
"Sorry." muttered David as he quickly slipped his phone back into his right pocket. He looked up and stopped. Standing before him was a face with the biggest, darkest pair of brown eyes he had ever seen. So dark in fact they looked almost black. Slightly thick eyebrows, impeccably shaped to give a teasing arch. A soft rounded nose that pointed away from her face. And her lips. Lips that a man begged for at sometime in his life. Lips so full that they pouted. They made Davids cock tighten just looking at them.
Lost in a surprised state of shock David continued to stare while the two very dark brown eyes stared back.
"In most cases, when people say excuse me, it means they want to get by." chuckled Faith. And with a click of her heels she was off.
David continued to stare, taken aback by the sight of a woman that so quickly played hit and run with his brain.
He watched her from outside the corner store while snow drifted slowly around him, casting an eerie orange glow around the street lamps that encircled the parking lot. The object of his curiosity was sliding gracefully into a silver BMW 3 series coupe.
David stood 6'3, with black hair and dark blue eyes. He had a muscular build that was given to him through good genes and lots of exercise. And as he stood breathing in the harsh cold air, staring into the fading headlights he felt like kicking himself for letting the long legged brown-eyed nymph escape without any knowledge or hope that he would see her again. Shaking his head, he turned and started towards the entrance of the store. There was a large crunch as he stepped on something. He looked down and smiled. Luck be a lady tonight.
***
Faith stood staring out the window of her condo. She was on the 19th floor of the high rise building. She was eagerly waiting for the phone to ring and announce the arrival of her much needed dinner. It was freezing in the city and nothing but lights from other apartments and houses could be seen off in the distance. The wind made an eerie howling noise as she sipped white wine, staring off into the overcast sky.
Beep, beep, beep sang her phone.
"Shoot." muttered Faith. She quickly scoured the glass end table to locate a coaster. Finding none, she just set it down.
Beep, beep, beep.
"I'm coming!" she yelled.
In her haste to get to the phone that hung on the wall in her kitchen she bumped the end table, spilling the contents of her glass onto the hardwood floor. Glass shattered and wine splattered, sending broken wet pieces onto her nearby black shag rug.
"Thank god it wasn't red wine." she muttered as she quickly dashed for the phone.
"Hello?"
"Delivery!" yelled the voice on the other line.
"Okay, 19th floor apartment 9."
"Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep." went the buzzer of the door being unlocked as she pushed the number three button on her phone pad.
Faith put down the phone and went over to the front door where earlier she had kicked her snow encrusted heels and bag. Opening her bag she looked swiftly for her wallet. Nothing. Lip-gloss, makeup bag, agenda, cell phone, hand cream, bottle of water. No wallet.
"Shit, shit!" she whimpered.
Where the hell was her wallet? Okay. Don't freak, she thought to herself. When did you last use your wallet? Let's see, I went to the gas station. No, no. First I went to Lunch with Amy. I had it then. Then I went to Indigo, got that book I really wanted. I went back to the office, got coffee later. Hmmmm-
Thump thump thump, a pounding knock on her door.
"Just a minute!" she yelled, running and nearly tripping on the coat she had carelessly left laying in the entry way of her bedroom.
Thump thump thump went the sound of impatience.
"Jeez, I said I'm coming!" she yelled.
She grabbed the twenty that was surrounded by change on her night table.
She turned and tripped over her coat again in her hurry to get to the door. She jerked it open just in time to save her door from another round of beatings.
"You ordered sushi?" asked a young Asian male as he shoved a plastic bag towards her. He looked to be in his late teens.
"Yeah. How much do I owe you?"
"$14.95, miss."
"Here," she said handing him the bill. "Keep the change!" she sang, slamming the door in his face.
She had just placed her food down when the phone rang.
"I'm eating," she said out loud to her phone. "And for god sakes didn't someone invent answering machines for a reason?"
The phone continued to ring. If it was really important then the person would call her cell. Then she'd answer.
Opening the container of California rolls and dragon rolls, Faith pointedly ignored her phone.
Finally a beep. The answering machine clicked on as she sat down to her tasty meal.
"Hello Faith," said a deep sounding male voice. "I'm not sure if you've gotten home yet, but I thought I'd call and save you some grief."
There was a long pause. Faith stopped with chopsticks in hand and a roll in her mouth and quirked an eyebrow.
"I have your wallet, and I would assume that you-"
"Hello? I'm here!"
"Hi. I didn't think that you were home."
"Sorry I was sitting down for dinner and I- who is this?"
"David." was the reply.
"I'm sorry David, thank you so much I need to pick it up right away. I almost died this evening-er where exactly did you find my wallet?"
"You left it on the ground outside the drug store. You know, on the corner where you bumped into me?"
"Ooooooooh-you."
"Yesss me."
Silence. She remembered him. The tall guy with the jet black hair, chiseled jaw and powerful looking lips that dared you not to touch them. And those eyes. Eyes so blue, so erotically dark and, and-
"Um, so when can I pick it up?" she asked, clearing her throat.
"I don't know. I happen to be across the city right now. If you'd like I could come by and drop it off."
Faith looked around her condo. Shopping bags and glass littered her apartment floor.
"Ummm, maybe it would be better if I came and grabbed it from you."
"Are you sure? I could easily swing by and drop it off."
"No that's alright. Let me grab a pen so I can write down you address."
***
