I'd seen her around town while I sat at the desk at work, waiting on something to do. She was gorgeous. I wish I knew her name. I wished she'd come in and let me do her hair. Yeah, fat chance. Well, as it was, fat chances must have been in season.
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I pulled into the parking lot of the grocery store, and sighed as I parked. It had been a long day, and I was just ready to go home. I wasn't in the mood to go to the store, get something to fix for dinner, then go home and actually cook. As I walked through the door, I thought once again that I should have just ordered a pizza. I wandered aimlessly through the aisles... nothing sounded good, nothing looked good... Hell, I was just about to decide I wasn't going to eat.
"Oh! I'm so sorry! I completely cut you off.. Excuse me." Snapped out of my reverie, I looked up.. into the face of that woman. I felt my eyebrows lift in surprise, and my mouth opened, but no words came out. Finally I found my brain. "Oh, no, that's okay. I wasn't paying attention. Too many choices around this place." I smiled, and she chuckled.
"Yeah, I know what you mean." She smiled then. Her lips curved over beautiful teeth, and I stared. I know I did. Not sure what to say, or to do, I stood there for a second, like a total idiot. She stepped forward and extended her hand.
"I'm Andrea. I just moved into town. It's nice to see a friendly face." "Hi Andrea, I'm Bree. It's nice to meet someone new!" I reached and clasped her hand. It was warm and soft, and welcoming. My gaze flickered down to our hands, and I could have sworn she brushed her fingers across my wrist for no good reason before she let go.
We stood and chatted, and ended up wandering around the store for almost a half hour, just talking. I glanced at my watch, and neither of us could believe that it had been that long.
Andrea spoke, "Well, we both need to eat, and there's no sense in going home alone, and cooking two separate meals. Why don't you can come over to my apartment. We can have dinner and chit chat, and you can fill me in on all the gossip of the town. I'll be 'in the know'." We laughed, and I readily agreed. There was just something about her... ..
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A few days later, I woke up as my alarm clock screeched in an evil way right in my ear. How unpleasant. It shouldn't have even been set. I turned it off and rolled back over, hoping I'd fall asleep. I did, for about two minutes. My cell phone rang. I sighed, reaching for it. "Hello?" I asked huskily into the receiver, stifling a yawn.
"Bree?"
"Yeah?" I think I might have sounded a little impatient.
"I know it's early, but my car won't start. I hate to ask, but is there any way you could take me to work?"
"Oh, Andrea, I didn't recognize your voice. Of course. Give me about 10 minutes." I yawned and stood up, heading for the bathroom.
"You're such a sweetie, thank you so much! I owe you one. I'll see ya in a few." We exchanged good byes, and I threw on clothes and headed out the door.
"Bree, you have no idea how much this means to me!" Andrea said, right as she opened the car door.
"Don't worry about it. Just remember, you owe me one." I said, laughing. "I do. A big one. A Huge one." She exaggerated, using her eyes and hands to express how 'huge' of a favor she owed me. We shared companionable silence and comfortable conversation on the drive to her work. It was nice. I hadn't felt that easy with someone for a long time. I pulled into the parking lot of her work, and had to park a ways down the street. Must be busy all around town. I turned my head to speak to her, and before I could get any words out, she pressed a quick kiss to my lips, said thank you again, and hopped out of the car.
I sat there blown away for a good five minutes. Was that a 'thanks a lot' kiss? Or, a 'you're a sweetie' kiss? Or something more?? I shook my head to clear it, and pulled away from the curb. How odd. Of course I was attracted to her. I wanted the woman. But I wasn't sure about her. Was that truth, or was that a mixed signal? I sighed. Damn, nothing could be cut and dry and easy, could it?
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I went home and cleaned the house from top to bottom. I took a shower and got ready, then went to the store and stocked the kitchen. I'd called Andrea at work, and figured out what time I needed to pick her up, and decided she was coming to my house for dinner. I made meatballs and put them in the oven, then got the sauce and past ready to put on when it was time. I went to freshen up... reapplying my make up, changing clothes, fluffing my hair. I did one more 'once over' on myself in the mirror, and decided that I was as attractive as I could be, and headed off to pick her up.
All the way there, I wondered about my intentions.. and about hers. I was totally confused. But I'd soon figure it out. She got in the car, and we started our normal conversation, that had been so easy and flowing since we met just a few days before. Then it hit me. It had only been four days since I actually met her. Though I'd watched her comings and goings for a couple weeks longer than that. It wasn't like me at all to move so quick, to want something so bad, so quick. I wondered how she was going to feel about all that.
"Oh, you're house is so cute!" She exclaimed as we pulled into the driveway.
"Thanks.. I need to get out here and weed the flower beds... It's just that I have no motivation." I laughed through the sentence.
"I'll come help you one day. I love gardening." Her eyes took in all the 'landscaping'. I could see the wheels turning in her head. I let us in through the front door, and gave her the twenty-five cent tour. She had to use the restroom, so I excused myself to go turn on the sauce and set the noodles to boil. She came down and helped out, getting the meatballs out of the oven and into a serving dish, setting the table, and she poured us some wine. I watched her from the corner of my eye. She looked at home. How cute.