I saw her one day in the library and noticed her already while I walked in. Her cute face, her white teeth, Arabic-complexioned and her velvet like black hair caught my attention immediately. Since I am sometimes a little bit shy I did not choose the spot next to her but one from where I could safely observe her a couple of benches away. The whole morning I did not get anything done on my thesis since I either watched her back, her magnificent hair and slim shoulders and arms or fantasized about her. A hundred pick-up lines went through my head but were quickly dismissed till they seemed either too cheesy or too boring.
Suddenly she left her seat and headed for the exit. Her books on the table gave me the secure feeling that she probably only left for lunch. I did the same but only walked passed her, trying to look as little as possible at her. Since I only wrote my thesis here but did not really know anybody at this uni, I had my lunch alone on the grass in the sun on a spot from where I could observe her and her girlfriends joking and eating. I could not feel less confident to walk up to her and talk to her. She was around 1,65, slim and had a handful of breast. She looked absolutely stunning and her –for me- exotic appearance just added extra to that. Her body language told me that she is self confident and knows what she wants. Since I like strong women her body language alone turned me on (Even though I am never really sure if a woman is strong or it comes out of my wishing).
When I had to get back in, to at least get some writing done for today, she was already on her seat. I tried to make eye contact and smile at her but was not sure if she smiled back at me or just at somebody else.
The day passed by and I did not have the guts to talk to her. The next days went pretty much the same way. But somehow she seemed not to be in the library anymore and I just could not get her out of my head even though I saw other nice girls in the library I could fantasize about.
A week or so later I just came back from lunch heading upstairs, when she came downstairs all alone. My heart started pounding real hard but somehow I managed to look her in the eyes and not to look down. She smiled but I let her walk by without saying anything. It took me two seconds to realize what an idiot I've been and to run after her. When I reached her she turned around a little. She expected me to say something, so I smiled at her and did not say anything for exactly the right amount of time to create the impression I was confident.
"Do you want to grab a coffee?" I managed to ask.
She just looked at me from head to toe with a sexy smile and took her time to answer. The difference was that she really was confident and not only tried to buy time to think of something.
"Yeah, why not? I was heading to the coffee machine right now." Her voice which was a little deep and her amazing French accent just made it impossible for me to say anything. She picked up the conversation and asked me what I was doing here and what my subject was. I just returned her questions and tried not to look too nervous. We took our coffees outside and set down next to each other in the afternoon sun.
Since I backpacked quite a lot I can always tell some funny and interesting stories from all parts of the world as soon as a conversation is past the first three sentences. She laughed at my jokes and my confidence level was rising. The time flew by, the coffee cups were empty and we both suddenly realized that we probably should go back inside.
"By the way, I am Jack!"
"Nice to meet you Jack, I am Leila!"
We went upstairs together and went back to our spots. Later she left before me but waved at me goodbye with a cute smile.
The coffee drinking and chatting continued for the next couple of days and I finally had the guts to ask her out for a drink.
She smiled very knowingly and asked "Where do you want to take me?"
"Ahh...., nothing special.., just to the nice beergarden around the corner for a drink or two."
"Nothing special?"
"I mean, just a nice place nearby, where we can talk not always in this uni atmosphere. I would love to know more about you." I tried to talk to buy time but at the same moment noticed that I was sounding stupid and probably going to blush soon.
She noticed, too. "Don't worry I am just kidding with you. You're cute when you are nervous. So at 8?"
"Ahh.. 8 is perfect. See you then. Cool that you want to come." Ah, why do I always have to say some more words when I am nervous?
She smiled, touched my right arm with her beautiful little fingers and left.
The sun was still out and the place was packed. I finally managed to find a nice table for two but Leila was nowhere near. I texted her but she did not reply. After 15 minutes when I just started to get nervous I saw her and waved her over to the table.
"Sorry I am late." No further explanations.
"Don't worry, it's all good. What would you like to drink?"
"Get me a white wine. I will stay here for a moment and relax."
"Sure."
I queued and came back after 15 minutes with our drinks.
"You are not so quick in carrying out orders, are you?"
"There were many people in front of me and you know..."
"All okay, I just like to see you get nervous." She had a confident and sexy smile. She was aware that she controlled the whole situation and so was I. I felt aroused and a little bit stupid at the same time.
I cannot really remember how the conversations went in detail since I tried to pay attention to her words but her looks, in combination with her confident almost dominant aura and this cute accent made it very hard to focus. I only remember that she was from Rabat in Morocco, went to school in France, her parents where both doctors, pretty liberal and that she had a younger sister. She noticed that my mind was wandering.
