Part one: Surprise

I could never quite realize how a night to yourself could vanquish your whole past so easily. It wasn't the hot coffee before me that stole my senses, casting them upon a blaze, but some odd feeling present in the dusted corners of my mind. What was this that continued to taunt me through my quiet night of thought, playing with the images of the window beside me, bending their shapes into amusing figures? 1

I took a sip of the coffee, setting it down with a spin, the hot texture of the china helping my cold fingers come to life. The crimson shade of my nails reflected off of the glass once more, catching my site with small glints. There was something that was shortening my breath, something that was questioning me as I stared blankly into the night. Dare I turn around and see exactly what it was? All I could do was smile to myself and watch the lights above me paint themselves above the dark shades of my coffee. 2

For some strange and unknown reason, the masked feeling had me smiling. It was as if someone had kissed me in the dark. With a fearful doubt in my mind, I turned my vision to the side, wondering who's glance I would catch in the busy cafe. Oh, but as soon as I had turned, nothing short of a jewel's beauty sparkled within my eyes. I had to look away, for a blush that could have rivaled the colour of my nails spread about my cheeks. 3

I hoped beyond hope she hadn't seen the passion stricken look upon my brown eyes, for that would have led to quite a nasty look if I did turn once more. My mind was persistent, though, to aim the blame of this hidden emotion breezing through. I took a hidden glance, watching her as I knew she was watching me. Our gazes met for but a second before I threw my payment on the table and stood from my seat by the window. 4

I would probably never see this strikingly goddess like creature again, and for some reason this saddened me deeply. I shook it off though, adjusting the collar of my jacket before slipping on my gloves. And after the chime of the shops bell, I was once again faced with the cold, winter streets. 5

The once ebony streets were now dove coloured, fragile to the touch. My own breath became crystals in the chilled air, and the specks of snow fell like tears from the sky above, dotting my black jacket and equally dark hair. The street was lonesome, other than the rhythmic clicks of the heels of my black boots. It was rather peaceful, walking about them as I watched the moon die under thick clouds. The subway was within my vision, and as I stepped down the stairs, I felt a tremble run through my shoulders. With an ignorant mind ready to go home, I quit my pondering and slipped into the subway train before the doors would shut behind me. 6

My hand caught upon the rail, and I set my hip upon it as I casually pulled off my black gloves. Stuffing them into my pocket, I set my head against the rail gently, turning my vision to the full train. People shuffled about, parents pressing their children to sit still as two men tossed cards on an empty seat in the back. My eyes silently drifted to the floor, a loose page of the Times stuck against the track of dozens. I sighed to myself, tracing along the floor a bit more before I caught the start of the opposite row of seats. A devilish smile crossed my lips as I came upon a set of high heels, tracing them upwards as I bit my bottom lip. The form of shapely legs had me grip the rail tightly with my closest hand, and as I noticed her hands clasped upon her lap, my eyes quickly moved about her slim waist and sheepishly over her bust. But I lost my breath as I noticed ice blue eyes staring back at me. Oh, it was her again, but my mind teased that the first meeting had been with lonesome imagination. 7

She was the type of woman that had you moving before thinking, smiling before realizing, and wanting to understand that story in her vast eyes. I found myself staring more than I should, but I knew she was looking in return, though she would glide her eyes over to random entertainment of human thought about the subway car. I had set my back upon the rail now and crossed my arms, drumming my fingers on my arms in pure nervous tension. I wondered what she was thinking, but I hesitated to find out. I longed to hold her hand, read the lines upon it to the deepest and darkest thoughts of her being, but I found myself hiding behind a vail act of complete oblivious nature. 8

It wasn't soon, though that she crossed one leg over the other, a beautifully mastered tease that had me sliding my hands down my arms, but halting them at my waist. My eyes began to wander once more, but this time I caught the smirk upon her face before she tore her gaze off of me. I couldn't help but run my tongue across the inside of lips as she slid her hand from her knee to her mid thigh. It was as if someone had set me on fire, letting the embers tear at my skin in pure agonizing lust as she so subtly sent signals. I ran my hands down the sides of my legs, stopping as I reached the tail of my jacket, sliding them across and catching the first button. She cast me a low glance, her eyes traveling even though she knew I was looking, but as my pulse quickened, I was yet again afraid to act. The subway glided to a halt, and I slipped the stranger a wink before striding out of the subway at my stop, making it a point to flaunt a bit. 9

Passengers filed out of the open door, crowding around me like cascading waters as I stopped myself mid crowd, running my hand through my raven coloured hair as I tried to catch my breath. I caught a few women on and off, tricking my pulse into quickness every time the flutter of brown hair formed within the corner of my vision. I turned back to my solo walk, the hotel being across the street from the subway. It was a short but emotionally complicating walk. I turned at every passing pedestrian, attempting to find someone that I knew was vanished at this point. It was as if I had forgotten my eyes, leading my way with my trembling heart. 10

The key to my room slid about the material of my jeans, fading their texture as I ran the key vertically on my trek down the hall. 105 flashed about the key's bronze color, gleaming under the light as I spotted the three digit 100 at my side. A few more steps, and I was at my door, surprised to see the door a few centimeters from its seal. I felt my body grow cold as my hand settled itself upon the door knob, but I had enough built up bravery to quietly open it. 11

I didn't come to mind until I found my back against a wall and a hot breath at my lips. The door was closed, and the darkness in the room only played with the image before me...but for some reason, I knew exactly who it was. 12