Their eyes met... Finally!
He wasn't what she expected but I mean, he was good looking.
Average, dark, handsome, arty, political, everything she wanted.
The guy with the good job, well spoken, good looking and single.
Yes! He was single! Bam! Perfect!
Now all she had to do was figure out what she wanted.
That night, she met the crew, then they drank and danced...
The Russians came, hoping to ruin the night but they didn't. Thankfully!
He handled her with care and then some...
She made up her mind. She wanted him. She wanted him more than she'd ever wanted anything in her whole life.
Hmm, dangerous territory.
This realization scared her. She felt vulnerable.
He liked her, a lot! Maybe. He thought she was beautiful, pleasant, it was er... Refreshing. :)
But he didn't want her... Especially not in the way she wanted him.
She knew!
This time, she wouldn't indulge. This time, she'd walk away.
But if he changed his mind, she knew she'd be there...
Well, maybe.
(Sometimes love doesn't work out, sometimes it's really bad timing...)
