“Well I was expecting an angel to drop by any minute now, but I guess I’ll just have to settle for you,” he laughed awkwardly at the beautiful girl’s eyes.
“Well that was smooth. I’m Lily Dawson and you are?”
“David Sleep. Your name is pretty. It suits you.” her cheeks began to turn pink.
“Thanks. It was my mother’s name.”
She slid closer to him wanting some comfort. Her elegant fingers purposely brushed his brown tanned hand. She gazed into his crystal eyes luring him in, like a siren to a lost sailor. His warm smile turned into a darkened frown. “I was on my way to grab some food. Do you want to tag along? Strictly due to my stomach rumbling.” She laughed; it was adorable, but at the same time somewhat sinister and mysterious.
The siren’s call had struck his ship.
Together they walked as the moon awoke from its deep sleep. “So where were you thinking of?”
“Er, somewhere meaty and cheap. How about Mc Donald’s?”
“Sure”, her grin turned into a smile. Her dimples appeared to stare at him. She mumbled under her breath, “gotcha”.
“Pardon?”
“Err gotcha. We’re on a date aren’t we?” Her eyes looked flattering. Her pupils dilated making her eyes seem huge.
“I guess, yeah we are.” She winked, and once again smiled revealing her white teeth.
Now in the warmth of Mc Donald’s, they sat down at the nearest clean table. “God you have a big appetite for such a thin girl.” Whilst taking a massive bite of her Big Mac, lettuce flew out of her mouth, trying to escape like a zebra being hunted by blood thirsty lions.
“Well I’m starving”, swallowing down the thick red meat.
“Where are you from?”
“West London, Notting Hill.” she took out her slim silver phone out from her jean pocket and gazed intently at the screen.
A few seconds later, she jumped up and jammed the rubbish in the nearest bin, full of mouldy food and discarded sandwiches. She paced out of the building, hoping David wasn’t too far behind.
“God why did you take off like that?” he asked trying to regain his breath.
“Because it’s a beautiful night.” They both gazed at the aged moon, glowing in mid-air. Moonlight shone in his eyes making them gleam.
“Can I have your number please?” his willing eyes shot to the ground. She looked painfully at her knuckles, feeding her palm with her elegant fingers. She began to take a deep breath.
“It’s a damn shame.”
“Pardon?” He looked round. Confused. And for the first time he couldn’t catch sight of the gossiping public. There was no-one in reach.
“It’s a pity I think you are really nice, but after all, business is business”. With a quick kiss it was all over. Her hands were covered.
Fiddling with her black bag she dragged her heels along the ground
“Same time next week then,” her laugh growing deeper and darker and echoed into the darkness.
