was.
The ride was long, the taxi driver had on soft classical music lulling her into some sort of peace.
“Thank you,” she said when the taxi driver parked behind her car. She pulled out the cash and a tip to pay him and walked towards her car warming it up as she sat shivering in the cold, turning on some music and feeling an overwhelming since to cry. “You are stupid and childish, Rain. You have to get over your past, or else they will win.”
She drove home, took a shower, brushed her teeth and escaped to her bed where the very image of Enlai refused to leave her mind’s eye.
“So how was the date?” Belle asked as they met each other for tea first thing in the morning before they began work at the museum where she was a director of East African studies and Belle was director of children’s studies.
She stirred her tea in the small, family owned coffee shop where they always met, it being the complete opposite of Starbucks, where the barista’s knew your name and order within two visits and the employees treated the customers like family. She found it strange that she did not want to tell Belle the details of the date and especially how childish and skittish she had been around Enlai.
“It was nice,” she finally admitted. “He is very…different.”
“Different in a good way or bad way?” Belle asked interestedly.
“Just different. I’ve never met anyone like him before. He was very patient, intelligent, kind…but hard, masculine. He, he definitely was not a metrosexual; he radiated masculinity, rawness, a tough exterior. I don’t know, like I said he is very different.”
“Did you all set up another date?” Belle asked excitedly because Rain never spoke about any of the past dates in such in depth terms. Had never seemed remotely interested in any of the men Belle had set her up with.
Rain shrugged, Enlai had called but she had not answered. He’d also left her a voicemail asking her if she wanted to do just that, meet for dinner next week. She had not returned his call. She couldn’t. “No, I think it would be for the best if we don’t meet again.”
Belle screeched before staring at her best friend. “Now listen here, Ms. Rain, you shall not chicken out, this man is perfect for you, I knew it the minute I saw him. Stop being a big chicken and take life by the balls for once and live!” She told her emphatically. “Stop letting your past dictate your future, if you do you let them win.”
Rain was shocked at her best friend’s outspoken speech but instead of finding offense she stared at her friend before finally relenting. “You are right, Belle. I will call him at lunch today,” she said.
Belle smiled, hugged her friend in glee before pulling away. “Enjoy it, Rain, don’t regret it. Just enjoy the time you have with him. Okay, just enjoy your life.”
Rain called Enlai on her lunch break, feeling slight nervousness and hoping he wouldn’t answer his phone but he did, his deep baritone voice held warmth when he said her name.
“Rain, it’s good to hear from you,” he began as his voice trailed along her body, causing her insides to quiver.
“You to, Enlai. I wanted to know if you still wanted to meet up this Saturday?” She asked, trying to feel calm even though she felt anything but.
“Of course,” he said smoothly. “There is a gala opening on Bainbridge Island, it begins at three. Would you care to go?” He asked. “Dinner afterwards.”
“That sounds perfectly. Which pier should I meet you at?”
“Pier 52, at 2 p.m.”
“Okay, and, thank you for the other night, I did have a good time.” She said.
“I’m glad you did.”
They hung up after saying goodbyes and Rain felt a small smile on her face. Her assistant, William stared at her interestedly; he was a European from Johannesburg and smiled impetuously. “New love interest?” He asked, trying
The ride was long, the taxi driver had on soft classical music lulling her into some sort of peace.
“Thank you,” she said when the taxi driver parked behind her car. She pulled out the cash and a tip to pay him and walked towards her car warming it up as she sat shivering in the cold, turning on some music and feeling an overwhelming since to cry. “You are stupid and childish, Rain. You have to get over your past, or else they will win.”
She drove home, took a shower, brushed her teeth and escaped to her bed where the very image of Enlai refused to leave her mind’s eye.
“So how was the date?” Belle asked as they met each other for tea first thing in the morning before they began work at the museum where she was a director of East African studies and Belle was director of children’s studies.
She stirred her tea in the small, family owned coffee shop where they always met, it being the complete opposite of Starbucks, where the barista’s knew your name and order within two visits and the employees treated the customers like family. She found it strange that she did not want to tell Belle the details of the date and especially how childish and skittish she had been around Enlai.
“It was nice,” she finally admitted. “He is very…different.”
“Different in a good way or bad way?” Belle asked interestedly.
“Just different. I’ve never met anyone like him before. He was very patient, intelligent, kind…but hard, masculine. He, he definitely was not a metrosexual; he radiated masculinity, rawness, a tough exterior. I don’t know, like I said he is very different.”
“Did you all set up another date?” Belle asked excitedly because Rain never spoke about any of the past dates in such in depth terms. Had never seemed remotely interested in any of the men Belle had set her up with.
Rain shrugged, Enlai had called but she had not answered. He’d also left her a voicemail asking her if she wanted to do just that, meet for dinner next week. She had not returned his call. She couldn’t. “No, I think it would be for the best if we don’t meet again.”
Belle screeched before staring at her best friend. “Now listen here, Ms. Rain, you shall not chicken out, this man is perfect for you, I knew it the minute I saw him. Stop being a big chicken and take life by the balls for once and live!” She told her emphatically. “Stop letting your past dictate your future, if you do you let them win.”
Rain was shocked at her best friend’s outspoken speech but instead of finding offense she stared at her friend before finally relenting. “You are right, Belle. I will call him at lunch today,” she said.
Belle smiled, hugged her friend in glee before pulling away. “Enjoy it, Rain, don’t regret it. Just enjoy the time you have with him. Okay, just enjoy your life.”
Rain called Enlai on her lunch break, feeling slight nervousness and hoping he wouldn’t answer his phone but he did, his deep baritone voice held warmth when he said her name.
“Rain, it’s good to hear from you,” he began as his voice trailed along her body, causing her insides to quiver.
“You to, Enlai. I wanted to know if you still wanted to meet up this Saturday?” She asked, trying to feel calm even though she felt anything but.
“Of course,” he said smoothly. “There is a gala opening on Bainbridge Island, it begins at three. Would you care to go?” He asked. “Dinner afterwards.”
“That sounds perfectly. Which pier should I meet you at?”
“Pier 52, at 2 p.m.”
“Okay, and, thank you for the other night, I did have a good time.” She said.
“I’m glad you did.”
They hung up after saying goodbyes and Rain felt a small smile on her face. Her assistant, William stared at her interestedly; he was a European from Johannesburg and smiled impetuously. “New love interest?” He asked, trying
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