The first time I laid eyes on him, I stopped in my tracks. I was on my way to grab a bite to eat before I had to get to class. He was 6’3, with caramel colored skin, and a perfectly chiseled face. To put it in simple terms he was downright handsome. He donned an obviously expensive suit; it was made of quality material, nicely stitched, and it was tailored perfectly to his frame. He had a warm smile with pearly white teeth, perfectly groomed auburn hair, and a calm smoothing voice. Eventually, he noticed me staring at him, and returned the favor by staring back at me. College student he probably thought. Pretty eyes, straight teeth, she could grow her hair out a little longer though. Her style is decent. Artist, judging by the paint on her hands. I could work with it. His stare was eventually joined by a smile, and he strolled towards me.
“ Hello, I see I have caught your attention,” he said smoothly.
“ Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to stare.” I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks.
His smile widened.
“ Come to dinner with me. You like Italian? Of course you do, everyone likes Italian.”
I hated Italian food, and his abruptness caught me off guard, but I thought I could deal with Italian and him for one night.
“ Italian sounds great, but don’t you think you should ask me my name first,” I flirted.
“ My apologies, I just had to get the question out. I’m Marlan. Marlan Doit, and you are?”
“ Joan,” I hesitated. “ Joan Tinket.”
“ Reminds me of Tinket theaters? Any correlation.”
Questions about my family always made me feel out of place, especially when it had to do with money, or my parents.
“ Um, yea. Actually, my family owns Tinket Theaters.”
“ So you come from money,” he said warmly.
“ Yes, and you are dressed in it,” I matched his tone.
He laughed. His voice felt like silk in my ears. It was smooth, suave, and made me feel good.
“Well in that case, how about the restaurant Scarpetta. Seven o’clock? Or why don’t I just rent out the place.”
At the time, I thought Marlan was the living and breathing example of perfection. He was handsome, wealthy, educated, and more importantly someone my parents would approve of. If they didn’t approve of my choice to become a professional artist, maybe they would approve of my choice in men.
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