As the day wound down to a sluggish pulse, Christian Freeman swaggered into the noisy bar. His black shades swiftly being taken off his chiseled face by the lady in red. Her soft fingers brush off the side of his roughly shaved cheeks. The clash of Christian’s Brut clashing with her Channel seems to bring an aroma of passion.
“You’re late Freezy,” she said in a alluring voice. Christian smiled with an uncaring look and walked over to their table. The water had already been served to his table as the girl had been waiting. They both sat at the small round table across from each other, both looking eagerly to leave. The woman’s eyes glistening off of Christian’s smile. The bar becomes silent to them and time appears to move slowly.
“How long have we been together Christian?” said the woman.
“I’m not exactly sure,” said Christian sarcastically, as he still stares into his woman’s eyes.
Not seeing the sarcasm the woman exclaimed, “Almost two and a half years,” as she is not trying to be lured in by his quiet smile.
Christian looks at his watch, “Two years, five months, twenty-six days, seven hours and about nineteen minutes.”
“And not once have you even tried to kiss me.”
“Was there a rule that I have to?”
“Well, no but that’s what people do when they like each other.”
“Who said that I liked you? Have I ever said that I liked you?”
“I’m not exactly sure…”
“What was the first thing I said to you two years, five months, twenty-six days, seven hours and twenty minutes ago?”
“I think I love you…”
Christian paused, “Yes,” he paused again and starred, “and it took me two years, five months, twenty-six days, seven hours and twenty minutes to figure out that I do love you.”
All the woman could do was put her white hands on over her mouth and blush. Christian was still starring into her eyes and seeing total bliss. The woman could barely talk with her watery eyes, “I’ve been waiting eleven years for someone to say that to me and I’m glad it’s you.”
“Do you want to go and get something sweet?”
