Another ordinary week has come and gone. You shuffle lethargically towards the local bar, listening to the dull roar within its crowded walls. Friday night means it's karaoke night, which explains the ruckus. As you occupy a vacant seat and order a whiskey, your mind remains preoccupied with only one thought: her. The beautiful, mysterious woman whose gaze you inexplicably stole, the day before yesterday at the stoplight. Her eyes, her hair, her face; the image had been seared into your brain despite the fleeting moment.
Who was she? You mouth to yourself inaudibly, having been utterly captivated by her allure and mystique. As your mind continously wanders, the karaoke DJ has spotted you and a microphone is thrust into your hand shortly thereafter. You grin sheepishly, acknowledging the pleas to entertain the inebriated masses. You step onto the small stage, turn around, and... She's here. She's staring directly at you, gracefully placing herself on the bar stool next to yours without breaking eye contact. Somehow, impossibly, you manage to get through one of your favorite songs before surrendering the microphone and shuffling slowly towards her, looking and feeling as though you're in a trance. You gaze at her silently, mouth slightly agape and hopelessly rooted to the spot without any idea of what to do or say.
Hello there. The painfully awkward silence is broken by the smoothest, sweetest voice that caresses your throbbing eardrums. Her accent is subtle yet recognizable, further enhancing her enticing demeanor. Her elegant yet conservative ensemble is quite complimentary of her beguiling figure. Slowly, she extends a hand adorned with precious jewelry, her red lips curling into a smile that could melt an iceberg. I've been hoping we'd eventually meet...