creativeendeavour
Synopsis
Flying by the seat of my pants here. Story will unfold as it wants to.
Excerpt
I caught myself taking a little too much care with my hair and make-up, Throwing myself a look of disgust in the mirror, I turned quickly and left behind my arsenal of beauty products heaped in a mess on the bathroom vanity. I passed through the smallest hallway of my condo to the kitchen to get a water from the fridge. Twisting open the lid on the water bottle, I leaned back against the counter. I took in a deep breath and released it slowly. The place could use a fresh paint I thought as I surveyed the condo attempting to bring my focus on anything but this party so that I could get my nerves settled down. I had bought the condo only last year. Sasha had been instrumental in launching me into a tangible display of adulthood. I transitioned from my parent's house right into the condo. Sasha had been adamant that I needed to live on my own first before settling down. The way things looked now I would probably be moving back in with my parents to help them in their elder years, but I hoped to walk away with a decent profit from the sale of the condo at the very least.
Living less than twenty minutes from the restaurant, I forced myself to watch another episode of The Office before I left. I did not want to get there before Simon. I had fearfully imagined myself as vulnerable as a deer might find themselves, never knowing from what direction the hunter might come. Melodramatic I knew, but I still wanted to be the one who spotted Simon first. This way I could observe him unobtrusively for a few moments, take in all I could about him before my mind lost it's observational abilities as it raced around searching for something witty to say in what I predicted would be my usual style of stilted conversation.
The primitive part of my mind took over, ordering my foot to slam on the brakes. Every other part of my brain had been absorbed in watching what had to be Simon. Looking up, I had successfully scouted an available parking spot - surprisingly close to the restaurant entrance, when I had noticed Sasha. She had her head thrown back in laughter, gliding in her graceful manner towards the door gallantly held open by my Uncle Todd. My instant smile froze on my face the moment my eyes travelled over a bit and landed on one of the most beautiful specimens of the male species I had ever seen. Truly it's a miracle I didn't make my entrance to the party through the plate-glass front that I had been driving straight towards until saved by my body's deep-seated survival instincts.
Heart beating so fast that my breath had increased to a similar speed to meet the new oxygen demands, I found myself idling in the parking spot with little conscious memory of having got myself there. "Holy Crap!" I spoke it aloud and it served to snap me out of my reverie. In the same way you would take something dangerous away from a child, I turned the key in the ignition and removing it quickly, tossed it on the empty seat beside me.
No longer in grave danger, my mind released to its forefront the images I had captured. Like stills taken by a photographer desperate to capture the beauty of the object in its lens, Simon was there. Was it merely the climax of my anticipation that had caused my strong reaction I wondered, or was something else going on.
