That WUN Snowball (part 5-how they met)
Chey: Yes, can I get a dreamsicle with ice cream and nachos all-the-way?
Snowball stand guy: Sure! Is that it?
Chey: My best friend is going to get the same.
Snowball stand guy: Gotcha. It's coming right up. Your total is $14.08.
They walk to the other side of the parlor, allowing the next person in line to convey what their taste buds is antagonizing them for. About three minutes passes as their order is being prepared and they use this time to scan the line. Tara notices a guy pointing at the menu with extreme interest, telling his friend what he's been wanting since yesterday. The two laugh and nudge each other revealing their strength. One is dressed in his work uniform with the assumption that he is a mailman and the other seems a bit more pristine...as if he has a very active and important.
"You must see something very tasty because you look like a savage," Chey says as she laughs. Tara looks at Chey with her, "girl yes!" look and throws Chey the sign they give each other to carefully look but not yet. Being the best friend that she knows she is, Chey obeys Tara's request and looks over at the two guys at the right moment--careful not to draw attention to Tara's thirst-stare. With surprise, she locks eyes with one of the guys. They stare at each other for a while, making it obvious that they are equally interested, but are reserved enough to wait until time and space permits for any exchanging. Chey's turned on by the way his body accentuates his suit, showing his body stature through the expensive threads. As they exchange looks, Chey remembers Tara being the interested one and immediately retracts her glances. She would never let a guy come in between them or attempt to hurt her best friend by doing such a thing.
Within seconds, the snowball stand guy who took their order calls their number and hands them their chosen poison. Tara calls Chey repeatedly, but fails to hear because she is in a deep trance. Chey snaps out of it and laughs at Tara's facial expression. "Really, Chey. What the hell is funny? You in here scaring me now," Tara says as she hands Chey her snowball and nachos. Once they gather everything, they begin walking towards the door. Chey feels a slight grasp at her elbow and as she turns to see, she immediately becomes taken aback by the fact that it's HIM. "I was wondering if it's ok if we chat for a bit. I see you're with your friend, but I couldn't let you get away without saying something or trying." Chey tries to hold back her smile but it peels out into the ones that causes the room to shift their gaze to her. She is beautiful with wavy hair; she stands about 5'2 and has a pretty shape that customizes everything she adorns. Nonetheless, his gaze never shifts towards her body; it remains at face level in which he too smiles, making Chey observe his teeth and well groomed haircut. His height is perfect--6'1 with deem-able athleticism due to his leanness. Chey has never truly given anyone a chance besides one guy when she was in high school, but that tapered itself off as time progressed. This guy seems calm, but aggressive, smart, and deathly attractive. With his soft, manly approach and ability to articulate unlike typical guys, Chey is sure she is ok with texting and maybe a phone conversation or two. "You're so beautiful," he says as Chey holds her gaze trying to figure out what to say. "Thank you," she says and delicately turns to find Tara to confirm which guy she was interested in. Chey seems disconnected so he says, "I see you're a bit busy... if you want, I can get your number and just text you later...if you don't mind`?" Chey turns back and confirms his idea with a nod and another smile. He pulls out his phone, unlocks it, and hands it to Chey. She types her number in, saves it, and hands it back to him. "Chey, that's pretty. I'm Sean, it's nice to meet you," he says as he reaches his hand out to shake hers. "Yes and same here. Just text me, my best friend is waiting," Chey says as she turns to leave, waving at him when she gets a few feet away.
Sean retreats back to his friend and resumes the ordering process saying, "Bro, I don't know what this feeling is, but I like it," putting his phone in his pocket, falling into deep thought.
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Later that evening...
Sean: Hey, beautiful. I meant to text you earlier but I got caught up at the office. I hope you had a good day. Let me know if you need dinner or anything.
Chey notices her phone buzzing as she stirs the red gravy for her homemade spaghetti. She wipes her hands before picking up her phone. She's in her comfortable boy-shorts and a tank. Chey is a journalist so she makes her schedule according to her ability to research a lot throughout the night and generate reports within her hours she puts in at the office. She gets in around 7AM. attends meetings until 10A, and makes a couple of calls afterwards to ensure the material for the day is ready to be released. She normally gets to the gym around 7PM and then heads inside after. Chey believes in being well rounded which motivates her to maximize her days. As she looks at her notifications, she notices a text from an unfamiliar number in addition to fresh e-mails and work messages. She unlocks the text and begins reading. She leans back onto the granite top as she smiles, reveling in the idea that this may actually be the first time she's had such a good and exciting, but calm feeling about a guy.
Chey: Hey, it was pretty productive so I guess that's a win. I'm actually cooking dinner right now, and thank you for being so sweet.
*sent
Chey: You are welcomed to stop by if you would like.
*SENT
She stares at her phone in awe; she never texts back nor does she ever invite a guy over. What the hell am I doing? Buzz. Her phone vibrates and rings on the granite top. She unlocks it and slowly read his response, still in disbelief she is choosing to be this open.
Sean: I would love to. Can I bring you anything?
Chey: No, thank you. I'm going to share my location with you.
Sean: OK. I'll be over in about 45 minutes. I'm going to shower and head over.
Chey: Okayy.
Approximately 45 minutes later....
Sean is calling. "Hello," Chey says into the receiver of her pretty in pink phone. "I'm pulling up,"Sean responds. "OK. I'm coming to the door," Chey says as she walks through the kitchen and living room to the front door. She unlocks it and waits for Sean to get to the steps before she opens it. He greets her with a smile and reaches for a hug. He waits for her embrace and then gives her a tight, warm hug, letting her know he can handle all of her, smelling the sweet vanilla on her body. Chey took another shower and applied lotion with some buttercream lip gloss. She begins to get excited at his cologne and warm embrace. They release one another and exchange glances. Chey steps down off her toes and watches him before Sean says, "I know you said not to bring anything, but I bought you some wine, and cheese & crackers. That's just the way I was raised." Chey smiles and guides him to the kitchen. They naturally converse about life, politics, cooking, and a bunch of other topics so much to the point that they talked through dinner and past 12AM.
What happens next? Stay tuned!😉
Snowball stand guy: Sure! Is that it?
Chey: My best friend is going to get the same.
Snowball stand guy: Gotcha. It's coming right up. Your total is $14.08.
They walk to the other side of the parlor, allowing the next person in line to convey what their taste buds is antagonizing them for. About three minutes passes as their order is being prepared and they use this time to scan the line. Tara notices a guy pointing at the menu with extreme interest, telling his friend what he's been wanting since yesterday. The two laugh and nudge each other revealing their strength. One is dressed in his work uniform with the assumption that he is a mailman and the other seems a bit more pristine...as if he has a very active and important.
"You must see something very tasty because you look like a savage," Chey says as she laughs. Tara looks at Chey with her, "girl yes!" look and throws Chey the sign they give each other to carefully look but not yet. Being the best friend that she knows she is, Chey obeys Tara's request and looks over at the two guys at the right moment--careful not to draw attention to Tara's thirst-stare. With surprise, she locks eyes with one of the guys. They stare at each other for a while, making it obvious that they are equally interested, but are reserved enough to wait until time and space permits for any exchanging. Chey's turned on by the way his body accentuates his suit, showing his body stature through the expensive threads. As they exchange looks, Chey remembers Tara being the interested one and immediately retracts her glances. She would never let a guy come in between them or attempt to hurt her best friend by doing such a thing.
Within seconds, the snowball stand guy who took their order calls their number and hands them their chosen poison. Tara calls Chey repeatedly, but fails to hear because she is in a deep trance. Chey snaps out of it and laughs at Tara's facial expression. "Really, Chey. What the hell is funny? You in here scaring me now," Tara says as she hands Chey her snowball and nachos. Once they gather everything, they begin walking towards the door. Chey feels a slight grasp at her elbow and as she turns to see, she immediately becomes taken aback by the fact that it's HIM. "I was wondering if it's ok if we chat for a bit. I see you're with your friend, but I couldn't let you get away without saying something or trying." Chey tries to hold back her smile but it peels out into the ones that causes the room to shift their gaze to her. She is beautiful with wavy hair; she stands about 5'2 and has a pretty shape that customizes everything she adorns. Nonetheless, his gaze never shifts towards her body; it remains at face level in which he too smiles, making Chey observe his teeth and well groomed haircut. His height is perfect--6'1 with deem-able athleticism due to his leanness. Chey has never truly given anyone a chance besides one guy when she was in high school, but that tapered itself off as time progressed. This guy seems calm, but aggressive, smart, and deathly attractive. With his soft, manly approach and ability to articulate unlike typical guys, Chey is sure she is ok with texting and maybe a phone conversation or two. "You're so beautiful," he says as Chey holds her gaze trying to figure out what to say. "Thank you," she says and delicately turns to find Tara to confirm which guy she was interested in. Chey seems disconnected so he says, "I see you're a bit busy... if you want, I can get your number and just text you later...if you don't mind`?" Chey turns back and confirms his idea with a nod and another smile. He pulls out his phone, unlocks it, and hands it to Chey. She types her number in, saves it, and hands it back to him. "Chey, that's pretty. I'm Sean, it's nice to meet you," he says as he reaches his hand out to shake hers. "Yes and same here. Just text me, my best friend is waiting," Chey says as she turns to leave, waving at him when she gets a few feet away.
Sean retreats back to his friend and resumes the ordering process saying, "Bro, I don't know what this feeling is, but I like it," putting his phone in his pocket, falling into deep thought.
*********************************************************************************
Later that evening...
Sean: Hey, beautiful. I meant to text you earlier but I got caught up at the office. I hope you had a good day. Let me know if you need dinner or anything.
Chey notices her phone buzzing as she stirs the red gravy for her homemade spaghetti. She wipes her hands before picking up her phone. She's in her comfortable boy-shorts and a tank. Chey is a journalist so she makes her schedule according to her ability to research a lot throughout the night and generate reports within her hours she puts in at the office. She gets in around 7AM. attends meetings until 10A, and makes a couple of calls afterwards to ensure the material for the day is ready to be released. She normally gets to the gym around 7PM and then heads inside after. Chey believes in being well rounded which motivates her to maximize her days. As she looks at her notifications, she notices a text from an unfamiliar number in addition to fresh e-mails and work messages. She unlocks the text and begins reading. She leans back onto the granite top as she smiles, reveling in the idea that this may actually be the first time she's had such a good and exciting, but calm feeling about a guy.
Chey: Hey, it was pretty productive so I guess that's a win. I'm actually cooking dinner right now, and thank you for being so sweet.
*sent
Chey: You are welcomed to stop by if you would like.
*SENT
She stares at her phone in awe; she never texts back nor does she ever invite a guy over. What the hell am I doing? Buzz. Her phone vibrates and rings on the granite top. She unlocks it and slowly read his response, still in disbelief she is choosing to be this open.
Sean: I would love to. Can I bring you anything?
Chey: No, thank you. I'm going to share my location with you.
Sean: OK. I'll be over in about 45 minutes. I'm going to shower and head over.
Chey: Okayy.
Approximately 45 minutes later....
Sean is calling. "Hello," Chey says into the receiver of her pretty in pink phone. "I'm pulling up,"Sean responds. "OK. I'm coming to the door," Chey says as she walks through the kitchen and living room to the front door. She unlocks it and waits for Sean to get to the steps before she opens it. He greets her with a smile and reaches for a hug. He waits for her embrace and then gives her a tight, warm hug, letting her know he can handle all of her, smelling the sweet vanilla on her body. Chey took another shower and applied lotion with some buttercream lip gloss. She begins to get excited at his cologne and warm embrace. They release one another and exchange glances. Chey steps down off her toes and watches him before Sean says, "I know you said not to bring anything, but I bought you some wine, and cheese & crackers. That's just the way I was raised." Chey smiles and guides him to the kitchen. They naturally converse about life, politics, cooking, and a bunch of other topics so much to the point that they talked through dinner and past 12AM.
What happens next? Stay tuned!😉
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