delightful.”
Delightful? She tried to remember if anyone had ever used that particular word when speaking about her. No one! He thinks I’m delightful. Is that good or bad?
She felt awkward now and rather than relaxing in the comfortable chair, she found herself sitting on the edge of the seat, trying to figure out how to leave without seeming ungrateful or rude. I can’t believe I asked him to buy me coffee! God, he must think I’m such a forward woman!
“I think I should just go and find someplace to wait until the plane arrives. Thank you so much for letting me come in here and…”
“What are you doing?” Nigel asked, leaning forward. “You don’t really want wait out there in that mess of people. Please stay and have lunch with me.”
“Well, I really…”
“…should. We could…”
“Excuse me, sir. I just wanted to let you know that they’ve updated your departure time.”
“Oh, great! And that will be…?”
The receptionist looked very apologetic when she said, “The confirmed departure time is three hours from now.”
“Three hours?” Clara queried.
Nigel ignored her quest and answered to the receptionist. “Thank you miss. Would you be so kind to send the waitress over so we can order lunch.”
The receptionist offered us both a smile and then turned to retrieve a tray from the barman standing behind her, “We will inform you when you’re ready to board. Meanwhile please accept this as our apology for the delay.” This turned out to be two glasses of champagne.
Clara looked at the glasses, amazed at the provided service. For free! She definitely needed to find a way to move up in the world and travel first class all the time.
When Nigel handed her one of the glasses, their fingertips touched and it she almost dropped the glass. It was like a bolt of electricity running between them! I’ve never felt that before! When she looked up, she could tell that she wasn’t the only one sensing the chemistry between them. Nigel had a look in his eyes that made her warm up inside, and a little shaky.
She averted her eyes, sipping from her glass and trying to still her racing mind. Okay! So, he’s not gay, but a guy with his looks must have a girlfriend or a wife waiting for him .
But the butterflies in her stomach just wouldn’t calm down. Focus! You need to focus! , She was here to land a job in New York, not to pick up some random guy in the airport. And after they got off the plane, she’d probably never see him again. He’s great eye-candy, but that’s where it ends!
Her resolve to make that last thought stick faded away as she consumed the delicious champagne. Clara wasn’t a big drinker, and the alcohol relaxed her to the point that she was no longer feeling awkward or like she needed to cut and run.
The alcohol had given her brain a break from the worrying and thinking, and she unwound enough to enjoy Nigel’s company. They ordered lunch, and as they ate, she observed him, wondering what kind of man he was.
His clothing was definitely designer label. Very classy with just the right amount of understatement. The suit featured a tiny hint of avant-garde in the design, to make his owner appear less businesslike. It was subtle, and to the untrained eye, probably not even noticeable. Fantastic design! And he has the standing to wear it! Not the type of suit you’d see on a businessman, especially not a conservative banker or lawyer.
As lunch progressed, they both relaxed and talked. They didn’t exchange their last names, because there was not reason to do so, nor did they talk about their jobs. Instead, Nigel asked her where she was living, “What part of California do you call home?”
“Santa Clara. I’m heading to New York to meet a friend there.”
“Have you ever been to the Big Apple before?”
“No,” she answered, hearing the excitement in her voice and hoping it didn’t come across the wrong way.
“You’ll love it. There is so much to do.