Come With Me

I rubbed it between my thumb, index and middle finger, gently and repeatedly. It was thick, strong and sturdy.

This feels sooo good.

The dinner invitation was written on off-white quality bond paper, showing that its owner had good taste even for little things like this. I couldn’t remember the last time I had received a handwritten letter instead of a text or an email. It reminded me of the thrill of getting mail as a kid. With this note in my hand, I felt that childish thrill again.

The invitation had been placed in my mailbox so that it stuck halfway out – I couldn’t have missed it even if I wanted to.  Adorable little Nate – I could never refuse dinner with him, especially since I had promised. But Alejandro was an entirely different story. Yes, he had been more than grateful when I had carried little Nate home after the accident. He had been mannerly, soft-spoken, and articulate. He had treated me as though he already knew me.

But there were a number of things that I didn’t like about Alejandro. And it all revolved around that tall muscular body, his caramel-complexion and handsome face.

I hadn’t taken this assignment in Puerto Rico to be interested in or get entangled with some hot guy in paradise. I had taken it to do something different, get out of my comfort zone and clear my head of another guy. And I wasn’t about to screw that up.

I had already been home long enough to take a shower, have a snack and a very long nap. So now, with no telephone number to make contact, I had no other option but to find myself on the neighbor’s doorstep and acknowledge this invitation in person. I grabbed my purse, stuck my feet into my Havaianas and headed out the door with the note in my hand.

By the time I got to their front door, I was a little nervous. Relax. There is nothing to be nervous about. Just say thanks for the invitation and agree on a date…I mean a “day” and that will be that. I rang the bell and Alma greeted me at the door.

“Ah, Ms. Laney. It is very nice to see you again. Come in, come in. I will get Alejandro.”

Alma disappeared down the hallway, leaving me to look around.  The all-white formal living room had a minimalist Zen feel and a few toy trucks and lonely Lego blocks lay abandoned on the floor. I heard him approaching and turned around. He greeted me with a wide smile and took me by surprise when he kissed me on both cheeks. I was used to this with my Montreal friends, but was this the norm here too?

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

Alejandro gestured to the note in my hand. “You got our note.”

I nodded. “Yes, thank you. I would love to have dinner with you and Nate. Just say when and I’ll be there.”

Alejandro smiled. “When.”

“Excuse me?” I think that I was still a little destabilized by the two cheeked kiss.

He smiled even wider and took my hand as though we had known each other for years.

When, is now. Come with me.”

Before I knew it, Alejandro was leading me down the hall. I could hear Nate chattering away and the laughter of several people in the distance. As soon as those words had left his lips, I should have known that I was in trouble.

©2015 Marquessa Matthews

Day 15: Your Voice Will Find You –Today’s Prompt: Think about an event you’ve attended and loved. Your hometown’s annual fair. That life-changing music festival. A conference that shifted your worldview. Imagine you’re told it will be cancelled forever or taken over by an evil corporate force. How does that make you feel? Today’s twist: While writing this post, focus again on your own voice. Pay attention to your word choice, tone, and rhythm. Read each sentence aloud multiple times, making edits as you read through. Before you hit “Publish,” read your entire piece out loud to ensure it sounds like you.

Note to the reader: I had no ideas for this Day 15 assignment. I guess I will have to work less and get out to more events that will be memorable! 🙂 Anyhoot, to keep up with the challenge of writing daily, I decided to continue with my Day 14 post as a replacement. Cheers!

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