Eion
I took a day off for my usual visit to one of the museum and I am glad I picked Kilmainham. The building has its own beauty, dark and oppressive opening of the jail, the Victorian wing. Today wasn't the day I wanted to go home with anyone. I was there for peace of my mind. That's when she disrupted it. Beige heels clicking on the wooden floor of the Catholic Chapel, denims wrapped her full ass and a grey round and deep neck top showing the right amount of the top of her breasts. She kept touching the back of her neck when she looked around the museum. Her auburn curls pulled back in a pony. She wore no make up but natural red lip colour. I couldn't stop myself from looking at her and that's when she caught me. Managing a smile, she turned away.
I couldn't bring myself to react cause my brain kept fighting me. I gave up soon and rushed to her as she was reaching for the door of her car. I apologised and introduced myself. Her voice was the sweetest but with a tremble, maybe she was taken by a surprise. She finished her studies, I learnt this while we decided to go for a glass of wine. She picked The Porter House in the south inner city which is 20 mins from the museum. Ava Smith was young, smart, classy and just the perfect one.
Her talks immediately got me hooked on to her. I wanted to listen to her and as my thoughts ran wild while I was sitting behind the desk in the large quiet office of mine, her text flashed on my phone screen.
'A few friends are invited over at my place, small party. I would like it if you could come'