Meeting My Friends (Part VI of the "That Alluring Scent" series)
Thank goodness it's Friday.
Work has piled up all week.
I find it impossible to focus.
As I push back from my large mahogany desk,
I reach up and tenderly caress
the beautiful pearl drop necklace
that was so elegantly nestled in the
black velvet box.
How romantic of him to kiss the nape of my neck
as he fastened the clasp,
making the tiny hairs stand up straight.
My three closest friends have shared my joy
over the past four weeks, and have all agreed
to finally meet the man who has changed my life.
Tonight is the night.
At six p.m., we shall all meet
at the upscale corner pub for drinks.
While staring into space, basking in the
memory of our first embrace,
the phone rings, jolting me back into reality.
One of my friends will be running late.
I quickly finish up business, freshen up,
and walk down to the corner pub.
My two friends wave me over to their table
and we all begin chatting at once, as usual.
As they attempt to calm my nerves,
I see him approach, smiling,
looking calm and eager to see me.
After all the introductions, the conversation
becomes lively and fun.
My two friends are quite impressed
with his easy laughter and obvious intelligence.
Finally, my third friend hurries in
and I make the introduction.
I watch as the two of them pause,
and stare at each other nervously.
Do I detect a glimmer of recognition?
I glance at my other friends and
they are equally as puzzled.
Nothing is mentioned, but the atmosphere
has definitely changed, a bit,
which makes me even more suspicious.
After another hour, we say our goodbyes to my friends,
and to my dismay, ride to my home
in awkward silence.
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