Her black hair draped across her cheek as she leaned forward. Each time she shifted closer, something seemed on the verge of happening. I could smell her, or at least I thought I did. It made me breathe deeply. Despite myself, I wanted to be grab her and tell her to be with me all in one confusing moment. I wanted to smell her again but couldn't find the scent of flowers warmed by body heat. The absence sent me back. A little saddened, I tried to continue to the conversation, but she had moved across the room.
Refusing to feel angry, I asked to see her again. I shaved. Cologne peppered my neck. The walk to the restaurant gave me enough time to work myself up into an invincible beast. Standing at the corner, I didn't expect to see her there. She smiled and I melted. "Stay cool," I said to myself.
We found our way to the patio of the restaurant. She told me funny things, and I tried to put her in place. Her words were so deft that she would slip out of my hands when I was about to announce to myself, "I won." And then she would coordinate her body along with her speech in such a charming way. Never mind, and continue the pursuit. Joking about her chances to work where she wanted, I suggested that she try her hand at bar tending. At last she faltered. Interestingly, I felt discomfort looming in the back of my mind at her dismay. "Fight through it," I cheered from a different part of my mind.
"You'd make a great bar tender since you'd lay off the product," I said in attempt to change the conversation's tone without letting her off the hook. She needs to earn it.
