Krissy set the green cup down on the counter softly. The ringing still in her ears from the doorbell. She could just barely taste the bitter liquid on her tongue. Wiping her mouth, she approached the door. She grabbed the handle, pulling the door open slowly to reveal John, the man on the beach.
"Hey, I was walking on the beach after you left and I found this...I assume that it is yours?" He said, showing the homeless black book with the small rips and tears.
"Oh my god, you- Where did you find it?" She asked frantically, offering her hand out to take the holder of her thoughts from the strong man's hand.
"I found it on a pile of sand next to where we were talking. Out of instinct, I thought it was yours." He said to her, grabbing her eyes with his and smiled. How could she be so beautiful?
"It is... Did you read it?" She cringed.
"No, I didn't. There's probably something in there I don't want to know." She looked into his tender dark eyes and found herself at loss for words for a gentle second. She noticed he had changed since she saw him not only an hour ago. He was wearing loose jeans and an over-shirt of a complimenting white. She could tell he was in shape. His chest plump and broad as he held himself. He was a confident man. Her eyes drifted down his front where, beneath his damp white shirt, revealed wash board abs that flexed when he spoke to her. She noticed before too awkwardly long, that she was staring.
"T-Thanks." She stuttered, hugging the beloved journal to her well-developed chest.
"No problem." He said at first. She was such a mysterious woman. A woman he had to know or he would regret the day he turned away from her. She beheld something special, something so intriguing that made his desire to know her so deep. He swallowed and began again;
"You know, I was just wondering... if maybe you'd like to go out for coffee with me." He commented, leaning against her door frame and curving the corners of his mouth in a charming grin.
"I-I- Uh..." She stuttered. This would totally change her plans drastically. Something above was telling her something, and she always knew to trust that little voice inside.
"If you don't want to, that's okay." He had given her the option. "I just thought it would be nice to socialize with someone new." He drew himself away from her eyes and to her face. She had full pink lips that looked so soft he could have caressed them with his index finger unconscious. Her cheek bones were set high on her face, rosy and flushed from the sunshine that crept over her features. He then found himself back at her eyes, so irresistible.
"Of coarse...I-" She really didn't know what to say.
"So is it alright if I come by around ten o'clock?" He suggested, taking his weight from her door frame and to his own sandaled feet.
"Yes." She prolonged the word. It had been so long since she had that certain feeling in her stomach. The sensation of butterflies nipping softly at her insides.
She closed the door as slowly as she had opened it with a good-bye. She couldn't believe this day. It was a great timing of coincinence the moment that he had knocked on her door. If he would have been one second later, she would be dead...
