Encounter

His eyes were all over her smile, her face, the way she moved her hair locks with a gentle touch.

He felt mesmerized by the way her eyes were telling a story. She had a way of moving into her seat that did not give out restlessness, but calculated flow and sensuality.

A sensuality that was just below the line of oozing temptation, but strong enough to captivate and fascinate his gaze.

- What’s your name, Miss? He asked, bending forward, placing his elbows on the coffee table. He wore a dark casual coat, looking very elegant. He had eyeglasses that were framing his square face but his right eyebrow kept raising subtly, with every soft movement she made.

- Uhm, I’m Sam. She replied, smiling large, eyes and mouth altogether. Her entire face lit up like a beautiful blooming flower. He had no idea she could look this kind, on top of her incredible curves and strong body.

- Wow, Miss Sam. Can I say that you look just incredible?

- Thank you, that’s very sweet of you, Mister…

- Johnathan. But you can call me John, just John.

- Well, John, thank you!

Her smile faded slightly, like trying to shift the focus on her surrounding. She was very aware of the fact she had a certain look that was attractive. It didn’t seem to make her overly confident, though. Just modest. And aware.

- It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Sam! He reached out to shake her hand, thinking what her next reaction will be. No matter what she thought of him, he simply had to be around her.

- Sam. Please, call me Sam. No Miss. She replied with a very firm handshake.

- Sam, you have a very strong hand. I love it! I bet you get that a lot.

- Yeah, I do. She smiled more childish, seeming to relax more. Her legs stretched a little and she straightened her back more, putting more distance between them.

- I usually come here to write and have a second cup of coffee. She continued, watching him stand still, thinking what to say next. His hair was a bright shade of brown and it matched his eyes. He looked like a gentleman, well mannered. He was tall, with broad shoulders. Yet, she couldn’t tell if he was a lawyer, a technician or a figure skater. He had a very healthy looking body but nothing over the top. His eyes had an intense spark, almost like he wanted to take her away from that coffee shop, right then and there.

What was this thinking that got a hold on her? Her novel wasn’t coming along fast enough for the publishing company and all she could think about was this man, in front of her, having his gaze stuck on her.

- I should let you continue your writing then. Said he, moving his watch from her face to her laptop. Yet, he didn’t sound too convincing. He simply wanted to touch her right arm, to measure the length of her fingers with his own, to touch her cheeks, and to feel the soft meat of her lips.

- You should, but…I can write later as well. Her answer came as a whisper almost. Where did her confidence go? Could it be that she found him attractive?

- Well, Sam, I can stay then. But I have the feeling that this is something that’s gonna change both of our lives forever.

There was a moment of pause, when her head lowered towards the floor for a while. He could feel her deep breath. Raising her head and tilting it higher, like pointing with her chin towards his mouth as her eyes traveled up to match his own, she replied:

- Let’s change it then.

And smiled.