Dearest Kitten – When They Met

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A picturesque little café an thecorner of a normally busy road was the favoured meeting spot for young flames in the area. Most days the café would play host to men and women of all ages at all times of the day. The rush hour for instance attracted the people in their prime of life. Twenty somethings and thirty somethings all flirting and laughing over a coffee whilst their lunchtime freedom from work lasted. When that freedom ended and they retreated again to their jobs, the schools would soon open releasing the teenagers in the throes of ‘puppy dog love’. Cute little encounters of couples ordering a large milkshake with two straws are met with smiles and ‘aww’s from the waitresses as they take orders and scoot around, like ghosts, being ignored by all couples for the most part. This little café did mainly cater for couples but that doesn’t keep a stressed and slightly tired Ian from being a repeat customer. He anxiously awaits lunch time most days if only to visit this little café and sit with a coffee and a bagel, basking in the sweet atmosphere the entire establishment radiates. He never visits for the chance to meet someone. He’s never been that engrossed by the idea of a relationship in general. Not until one day during the winter at least… It was snowing through the night and by lunch the Café was surrounded by a blanket of snow that reflected the soft sunshine slightly. The weather didn’t deter Ian and, as usual, he was sitting with a hot drink and watching the world Kurtköy Escort flow by. Normally, he would watch and see the normal group of rushing businessmen and couples but today was different. Today, there was a goddess in the room. Long black hair flowing elegantly, glasses glittering beautifully, wrapped up in a classy black coat and long scarf but still shivering slightly. He couldn’t take his eyes off her from the moment she drifted through the door to her stride to the counter before she sat at a table opposite his, pulling out a book. Her eyes drifted up to meet his for a brief moment and he suddenly became shy, quickly looking away. She smiled to herself but couldn’t help blushing a sweet crimson too. Time went on slowly, an eternity passed between the small glances they shared and as his lunch neared an end, he felt compelled to learn more about this maiden. He walked to her, nervous but forcing himself to walk as casually as possible before taking a hesitant seat opposite her. She blushed once again and placed down her book, looking him dead in the eye. Even the cold couldn’t prevent beads of sweat forming upon his forehead. He forced out a nervous introduction, smoothing his voice as much as possible. “H-hello, my name is Ian”. He smiled awkwardly. “Hannah” she responded in an angelic tone joined by a cute smile that only strengthened the chorus of beauty she commanded. “A pleasure to meet you Hannah” He said, much calmer now, Kurtköy Escort Bayan taking her response as a sign she’s willing to talk. “Don’t take this the wrong way but … I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you since you’ve arrived and … I would love to learn more about you. Wh-what are you reading?” They talked for a while, both quickly becoming more and more relaxed. They laughed and smiled as suddenly they were no longer loners surrounded by couples, but a pair of individuals quickly falling for each other. This conversation ranged from questions about work to family and even turned slightly more sexual at times before it reached its crescendo: a question. “Ian, I should go but …w-would you like to walk me home? It’s just down the street …” She asked coyly. Shocked slightly at the request, Ian was silent for but a moment before smiling broadly and struggling to contain his happiness. He forced a casual “I’d be happy to” despite the parade of joy going through his head. He quickly paid as she put on her coat and scarf then rushed back to her side, still struggling to contain his excitement. He gestured towards the door smiling and she stared into his eyes again to return that smile. They stepped into the brisk winter air and began the short walk to Hannah’s apartment but their conversation was as warm as ever. Laughing into the wind before she shivered again and cutely remarked “my hands are cold”. He looked to her gentle frown Escort Kadıköy as she rubbed her hands together and, without thinking, quickly took one of her hands in his. Her cheeks burst red as their hands dropped to their sides. Silence fell over them but neither noticed, that first contact speaking for them. Her soft flesh in his, gently shifting as they walked but always so smooth. They remained this way for a while, until they were at the door to her house where their hands reluctantly separated. She turned to him and shuffled nervously, avoiding eye contact before saying with that angelic voice “I-It’s awful cold out … would you like to come in for some cocoa?” All he could do is smile and nod before following her into her warm, welcoming living room. “I just need to get changed, make yourself at home” She said before drifting upstairs to, what he assumed would be her bedroom. He looked around her living room, noting the delicate browns of her walls, the book shelf filled with tomes her dainty hands had caressed, the black leather sofa that embraced her frame often. He couldn’t help but feel slightly jealous of these objects because they’ve experienced the angels touch much more than he has. He sighed softly and collapsed onto her sofa, observing the collection of items on her table. A book caught his eye. It had a red binding but no real title in sight. His curiosity got the better of him and he felt compelled to see the story that had grasped his angels attention. To his surprise the book felt deceivingly light and, when he opened the cover, he noticed that it had been completely hollowed out. The books only contents were a stack of photographs, all facing down. Led solely by impulse now he picked the top photo of the stack and flipped it into his view.

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