by Vivian Ward
Combing through the rest of the crowd, I spot a tall black man standing near the bar. As I’m checking him out, he notices me and waits for me to catch on to the fact that he’s watching me drink in his appearance.
His jeans are dark denim, and he’s wearing a red polo with a thick gold chain and black wristwatch, looks like an Apple watch. He’s dressed simple, not anything overly impressive but there’s a warm welcome about his appearance.
I feel the heat in my cheeks as our eyes meet and I discover the fact that he’s been watching me this whole time. There’s no doubt that my crimson cheeks are giving me away as he nods at me.
I flash him a big, cheesy grin and wink at him.
Oh, my God, Cathy! What the fuck are you doing? Did you just wink at that guy?
Something tells me that this is my guy. He’s the one.
Gathering up my courage, I make my way over to him and motion for the barkeep to bring me a drink.
“Tequila sunrise,” I shout over the music.
While I’m waiting for my drink, I notice that he appears to be alone and I don’t see a ring on his finger.
Once I have my drink in hand, I stand next to the handsome stranger and smile up at him as I sip through the straw.
“Hi, my name’s Arden,” he extends his arm to shake hands.
“Cathy,” I yell so he can hear me, taking his hand. “Nice to meet you. You here with anyone tonight?”
“No, actually, I’m a truck driver, and this is where I come when I stop in town for the night.”
I pull my phone out and to text Brett.
C: I met a guy, and we’re talking.
