Cristiano
What…just…happened?
I roll my hands over and look at my palms, the same palms which just scooped her up in free fall and held her tight.
But not tight enough.
I could feel the electricity shoot through my body from one touch but the feisty firecracker demanded to be put down.
That never happens to me.
Then again I’ve never helped a girl fly through the air.
And my dating life has been completely non-existent for years, but the decision is completely mine. Or should I say was.
She’s the reason why I haven’t accepted an invitation to dinner for years, nor have I offered one.
I’ve been waiting for the one. The one who never came…until now.
The one with the beauty to knock me off my feet, or in this case hers.
The one with the feistiness to stand up to me and not be afraid of my size, job, or the other things that sometimes intimidate people.
She the kind who gives as good as she gets, if not better.
The ultimate challenge and the ultimate reward. And by ultimate I mean forever.
I pick up the quart of ice cream from the floor and straighten my back and throw my shoulders back as I walk towards her door.
I don’t expect her to eat any of the ice cream but I need an excuse, any excuse, to see her again.
And by see her again I mean now. Not tomorrow. Not the day after. Not next week or next year.
Right. This. Minute.
“Put my ice cream down!” she says as her head pops out from her doorway as she scans the hall.
I raise my free hand placing my palm vertically to show her I’m innocent. I come in peace.
But she’s not having it. She storms into the hallway, snatches the ice cream from my other hand and slams the door so loud it echoes through the hall.
Unbelievable.
And all this time I just thought that was a broom closet. I do the quick mental calculations and realize that must be the smallest apartment in the city, and that it probably was a broom closet, or not much bigger, before she moved in.
I thought I had the penthouse all to myself, but apparently not.
And as much as I demand privacy, in this case a little company is very welcome indeed.
But only because it’s her. The girl who’s name I don’t even know, but who has very definitely made an impression on me.
And I know I’ll be seeing her again really soon.
She can count on that.