The Blind Date
"Just breathe Rose. Just breathe." Rose said to herself, her eyes closed as she stood outside the restaurant, her breathe slow as she paced back and forth, her long, artist like fingers fidgeting in front of her, a nervous habit she's had since she was a child.
Her friend, Dan, had told her about this man that she was about to meet.
Lucas, that was his name. A short yet strong name for a confident man of 24.
Rose has never seen his face, but by judging Dan's pale face as he told her about this "fine piece of meat", as Dan called him, she was sure he would not like her bland and boring appearance.
Lucas would never like her fiery red hair that was the color of a glowing Phoenix. Or her pale white skin and small button nose. The only thing this mysterious aristocrat would like are her almonds shaped, blue green eyes. The type of blue green that reminded you of a Robin's egg, or the view of an ocean in a painting that signifies the true beauty of nature.
Today, however, she put in some effort into her hair.
It was in a side Dutch braid that fell over her shoulder, and ended right at her ribcage. Her makeup was neutral, plain dark green eyeshadow along with a thin cat eye, mascara hugging her eyelashes, making them look bolder. Baby pink lipstick covered her voluptuous lips, making her look like a model pursing their lips. And her high cheekbones were lightly powdered in a soft pink blush, bringing color to her pale face as her small diamond nose piercing hid from sight.
Dan had fought her to take the piercing out, but then reluctantly gave up, seeing that it gave Rose deep comfort.
On her throat, lay a thick, black, satin ribbon with a blood red pendent hanging from it, laying on her chest, the gem capturing the light, pulsating with every move she made, almost in sync with her heartbeat.
Her dress however, was something completely out of her comfort zone. It was a sexy forest green sleeveless floral lacey mini dress with a v-shaped sweetheart neckline, pared off with a pair of New Korean platform ankle Martin boot heels, that made a deep click every time she walked.
She could hear Dan's encouraging voice in her head, ushering her to enter the restaurant, but she couldn't do it. The nerves got the best of her and she turned around, and started to walk away.
1 minute into her walk, Rose's phone buzzed in her hand and she answered it, putting the warm glass up to her ear.
"Hello?" She asked.
"Turn back around Rose." Dan's voice ordered her.
"Dan." Rose started.
"Don't you 'Dan' me young lady. You will turn around, enter that fancy restaurant, have dinner with Lucas, and have a good time." He snapped at her, his voice strong and demanding.
"Why do you want me to meet him?"
"Because he is going to be a good influence on you."
"Oh wow, thanks Dan."
"You know what I mean Rose. Now go get 'em tiger!" Dan hung up, leaving Rose staring at a blank screen. She sighed. It was 7:39 and was supposed to be at dinner nine minutes ago.
Just do it Rose! You got this! She thought to herself as she made her way back to the restaurant. I can do this!
I checked my phone one more time, seeing that it was 7:43 and sighed. She wasn't coming.
Why would she? I mean, we don't even know each other, and she may think of me as a creep or even a psychotic killer.
I sighed and ran a hair through my dark brown hair and then put my head in my hands and puffed out a gust of air.
"Um, excuse me, are you Lucas Collinson?" A small, female voice asked me.
"Yes, please just give me one more minute I'm waiting for someone." I replied, slowly taking my hands off my face and then opening my eyes to see the most beautiful girl I've ever seen before in my life.
My eyes widened at her and my jaw felt like dropping to the ground at the sight of her.
She was wearing a gorgeous green dress that hugged her slim and petite figure, making her pale white skin glow with color. Her hair was a brilliant shade of red and was long and curly. And her eyes, oh her eyes, they were a perfect shade of blue and green. I could see the different flecks of the perfectly blended colors in her perfect orbs, capturing me as I noticed them, watching me, studying me, with such patience and grace you would see in a lion, stalking its prey, yet coiled and ready to pounce.
Everything about her was perfect, her voice even made me forget about everything. Just her presence alone can make any man snap their head towards her, and watch her with such adoration you would likely find in a *human subjugate.
I blinked my eyes and cleared my throat, forgetting that I was in a daze.
"Oh, um, sorry about that. A-are you Rose Winters?" I asked her.
"Yeah. Um, hi." She replied, giving me a small wave as the male waiter behind her pulled her back and let her sit.
"Hello. My name is Angel and I will be your guy's waiter. Can I start you two with something to drink?"
"I'll have a glass of water," I replied.
"Um, I'll have the same," Rose said, flashing her beautiful smile.
The waiter nodded and walked away, leaving the two of us alone.
"So, I heard you were an artist?"
When Dan had called Lucas a "fine piece of meat", I had thought he was just messing with me, but now I know he wasn't.
Lucas has dark brown hair that was in that messy look but took forever to perfect. He had a gorgeous mix of colors for his eyes—green and gold. They were blended together with more flecks of gold then green. He had a high cheekbones, a strong jawline, and a perfect nose that was neither flat or pointy. He, I noticed, had pink lips that were pressed in a fine line as he watched me, but I could simply tell by the widening of his eyes that he found deep interest in me. Whether it was good or bad, I may never know, but I do know that this "date" might be good.
I pursed my lips at his question and thought for a moment, before giving him a reply.
"It depends," I stated.
"On what?" He asked, clearly intrigued by my simple answer, an answer that always got the gears working inside of one's mind as they tried to figure me out, taking small and simple accusations that sometimes were completely off.
"It depends on whose asking." I finished, flashing him a grin. "Because Mr. Collinson, there are people of many propositions and intuitions, people with different objectives, plans if you will. And, I believe that many human beings have a simple genetic flaw, a flaw that can corrupt the mind into doing the inexplicable. Do you know what the flaw is?"
"Power?"
"Greed Mr. Collinson. Greed is our human flaw. It corrupts many business men and women into doing whatever it takes to get power and most importantly money."
"And what does this have to do with your answer to my previous question?"
"Well Mr. Collinson, what is your plan?"
"My plan?"
"Yes, your plan. What will you do with the information I give you? Use it to make money? To take advantage of a woman who may or may not have a game changer in this equation?"
"Well Ms. Winters, I would just take in the information and listen to you."
"No blackmail?" I asked, disbelief visible in my voice.
"No."
"You're telling the truth?"
"Rose, there are two types of people in this world. People who like Barbies and plain liars."
"And what are you?"
"I'm the type who likes Barbies." Lucas replied, giving my a goofy grin as I laughed.
"You're such a dork." I replied, still smiling.
"Hey!" Lucas whined, making me laugh once more. Maybe this night will be good for me.
The rest of the night went smoothly. I got to learn more about Rose and found her very quirky and is very intuitive about things. I learned that she owns a small art gallery a block away, her favorite color is red, she has four brothers, lives with her friends Dan and Felicity, and likes to study people and body language.
She is mainly interested in books, such as Sherlock Holmes, The Mortal Instruments, The Giver, To Kill a Mockingbird, and a bunch more. She's even currently writing a 500 page novel!
I don't think I have ever laughed more in my life then I did today.
Rose is just, perfect.
She's humble and down to earth, even though she comes from a rich family. She doesn't care much about body image or wearing really tight clothes. And plus, I noticed that she has the habit of biting her lip or twirling a fork around her long fingers. I noticed that she has an adorable sneeze, and scratches her nose when she's holding something back. She rarely smiles and only does it when it's genuine. She furrows her eyebrows and purses her lips when she's thinking, and has a faint Australian accent.
I was sad when dinner was over. However, I helped her out of the restaurant and walked her to her studio apartment, my coat over her shoulders. And once we got to her front door I stare at her, totally transfixed on her eyes I love so much. My eyes then flickered down to her full lips and leaned closer, until her breath fanned my face and her eyes were closed, she was so close to me. I placed my hand lightly on her waist as I softly pressed my lips on hers, falling into oblivion.
Don't lose her, I thought to myself during this blissful moment.