Fated (17 page)

“Don’t beat yourself up too much; we all have those just before left gets really good.” I smirk at her and she nervously climbs off of the stool and to the bathroom. I call over the bartender and close out my tab telling her to put her tab on mine as well. I hurry and pay it and begin to leave because I get the feeling that she is a proud girl who doesn’t like stuff being done for her. As I am walking across the parking lot I hear someone shout and I can only imagine that it is her. I turn around and she in sprinting up to me. “You know that can be seriously dangerous.”
She ignores my statement.

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Why did you pick up my tab?” she asks me as we walk into the same hotel. I can’t help but smile at her. “You’re staying here too?” She asks, and I can’t help but smile.

“Yeah, I’m in town for a few days for a conference.” We both walk to the elevator and get into
it, we both press different floor buttons. Damn I wish I was able to have more time with her. When the elevator stops on her floor first I smile to myself. “I couldn’t let you walk to your room alone.” Usually this is my ploy with trying to sleep with a girl, but not her I just want to make sure that she is alright.

“You know,” she says as we walk, “I didn’t tell you that story for you to pay for my drinks.”

“I know, I can tell that you’re too proud to ever ask for help,” she stops at her door, I lean over and kiss her on the cheek whispering into her ear “But sometimes even the most successful need help. Good night… and have a safe drive to where ever you’re going.” I smile at her and turn around walking back to the elevator. When I enter it I just see the door closing behind her meaning that she watched me walk all the way back to the elevator.

I don’t sle
ep much that night but I think about her. I have never had a girl call me out on my shit before, or have such an effect on me as she did. When my alarm goes off in the morning I have only a couple of hours of sleep but I jump up and grab a piece of paper. The meeting with my client is at seven and she probably isn’t up yet. I write on the paper.

-Good morning.

I hope that one day fate will magically bring you back into my life

-Austin

I walk up to her room quickly and slide it under her door, pressing my hand to it, just wanting to touch her one more time.