2002
Seattle, WA
"Bobby, can you do me a favour?" Cassy asked her husband.
"Depends on the favour?" He replied with a wink.
"You worry too much." Said Cassy patting her husband's hand. "You need to relax."
"Relax?" Bob said incredulously. "How can I relax?"
Cassy ignored this, her husband was always worked up over one thing or another, be it finances, or her constant flirting with men. She pulled her hands away to slip off her wedding rings.
"What are you doing?" Bob said spazzing out.
Cassy sighed deeply as she spoke. "I'm moisturizing my hands."
"Oh..." He said trying to compose himself, "Make sure you put them back on!"
"Yes dear..." She sighed again.
She loved Bob with all her heart, but sometimes he drove her insane. Looking up at him she saw he was sweating and uncomfortable.
"Where is that waitress? We ordered our drinks so long ago!" He declared.
"Don't worry about it." Cassy said to her fretting husband.
Bob tried not to look so worked up, as he picked up a newspaper.
"You wait here dear, I'll go get us some water." She said rising and walking away.
Bob stood up and shouted to Cassy, she had forgotten her wedding rings. She however didn't look back as he sat back down to pout.
Elsewhere in the restaurant, Worthington was feeling dejected. He'd come back stateside from Korea between assignments; he was to report to West Point in two weeks for officer training. He however wanted to be boots on the ground assisting the Northern Alliance, but Uncle Sam wanted to put his career before adventure.
That however wasn't what had him feeling glum, his wife of five years wasn't with him. She was over in Kansas with her parents.
The tall muscular light brown man couldn't remember what had caused their fight, it wasn't money, or sex. The young interracial couple had a great sex life, so great that they had an open marriage. Play with other people was both permitted and encouraged.
Worthington was lost in his thoughts as he walked; he didn't notice the thin petite black-haired woman in high heels marching towards him.
"Oh!" He said. "Pardon me ma'am."
It was too late, he had spilt her drink on her blouse and the floor.
"I'm so sorry!" The woman declared setting the drink down.
She moved forward to try and clean the drink off him with her hands, it only seemed to make it worse.
The two of them apologized profusely until their eyes met. Silence quickly descended upon them, she was stunned by his tan brown skin, crew cut hair and most strikingly of all his steel blue eyes! Worthington glanced into her very blue eyes then notice her low cut blouse with his peripheral vision.
The woman before him was petite with her shoulder length black hair worn loose. On one side of her hair it looked like she's dipped the tip into red dye, it was so unusual and fiery attractive! She had on a one piece mini-dress with pearls on both her neck and wrist. Although she wasn't overly busty, her low cut top hinted at very firm breasts.
The clam before the storm as they stared at one another was suddenly broken by their mutual nervous laughter. It was as if they had both decided upon what they wanted to do, then just as fast changed their minds.
"My name is John Worthington." He said sticking his hand out. "Everyone calls me Worthington, or Worthy."
"Cassandra." She replied taking his hand. "But call me Cassy."
Cassy found his hand strong and powerful, her heart fluttered and her stomach felt light. Giggles erupted from her as she tried to cover her excitement.
"Can I buy you a drink to make up for this one?" Worthington suggested.
"Oh no, it's ok." Cassy stammered. "I need to get back to my..."
"Waitress!" He commanded with a hand up.
Cassy held her breath at his assertive tone. The waitress that had hid from her and Bob earlier suddenly appeared.
"What was that you spilt?" He asked.
Cassy remembered to breath as she tried to say something. "Uh, water."
"Are you sure you wouldn't like a glass of wine?" Asked Worthington.
"Ah... sure." Cassy hastily replied before saying, "um, make it a jack and coke."
At six foot one the muscular Worthington towered over Cassy even with her extra high heels. He gestured at an empty table nearby. Overwhelmed by the tall dark, handsome man standing before her she sat down.
Worthington ordered a beer before dismissing the waitress. He watched Cassy run her fingers through her black hair, stopping to play with the red dipped tips. He didn't see a ring on her hand so decided that he'd keep an eye open to doing more than repaying her for a spilt drink.
The drinks arrived swiftly as the two got to know each other, Cassy initially spoke so fast that Worthington couldn't keep up. He gathered that she'd come from the mid-west to find her fortunes modelling in Seattle.
Cassy had to stop and take a few deep breaths before continuing. She was very excited to speak with Worthington, he wasn't the first black man she'd spoken to, but the first she'd actually had a deep conversation with.
"So what brings you out west? She asked putting a hand on top of one of his much larger paw.
"I'm from here, I mean my mother lives here." Worthington said, not wanting to talk about his mother's second husband and his step-sister. "I'm here for a couple weeks before going to West Point."
Cassy's jaw dropped for an instant before she smiled in understanding, it all made sense now, the muscles the politeness; especially how the waitress obeyed him without complaint.
"Wow!" She said, "I bet you're nervous?"
"I am a little." He said not mentioning his estranged wife.
In the awkward silence Cassy looked down at his brown hand under hers, the collage of colours was exotic! She liked holding Bob's hand, but it didn't resemble a Yin and Yang like it did with Worthington.
Cassy suddenly felt bold now that she felt secure and comfortable with her new friend. She flipped over his hand to explore it, tracing a finger along the borderline where his skin went from brown to white.
