Thought

Chapter Two

Word Count: 1618

~Luella

"You have no idea how sorry I am."

Dumping my handbag on the table, I slide into my seat, trying to recover my breath. David sits in front of me, leaning back in his seat. I can't believe he even agreed to meet up with me after everything that has happened this morning. I missed our original date by two hours, yet still, he was kind enough to forgive me, and meet up regardless.

"It's okay. It happens," he says as I settle into my seat. I'm embarrassed at how flustered I am. At least all this stress and rush has taken my mind off the real issue.

I'm actually on a date right now. Della has been pressuring me to go on a date, or even go out to make more friends, but sitting at home and getting my work done is more important. What could be more interesting than my own characters and the view from my window?

"I slept in. I never sleep in," I assure him.

He smiles tightly. By now he should guess that I'm being truthful. After I woke up, I insisted it was a mistake, and that I would still love to have lunch with him. Thankfully, it seems to have worked. Already, from that, I like him a lot, and we haven't even gotten to the date part of this just yet.

"Quite a sleep in," he comments, before motioning in front of me. He ordered me a coffee, which I might have mentioned to him I liked. I smile gratefully at him.

"Yeah I got...Late night last night," I tell him, changing my tact. No point telling him about my strange dreams just yet. I know for a fact that it would scare anyone off, so I just tuck that knowledge in a part of my brain that isn't allowed out yet.

"Work? Your profile said you were a writer," David says.

I nod, smiling warmly. This small talk is boring, I'll admit, but so far, I like David. He's kind, smart and conventionally handsome. I somehow doubt he's been single for long. Could I see myself with him on further dates though? Maybe. I'll have to give him more of a chance than this first impression crap.

"I do. I write romance funnily enough," I tell him. I can see from the corner of my eye, a waiter approaching, but I ignore them. I need to give David my full attention so he knows that I didn't want to be distracted this morning.

That is, until I look up at my waiter...

I'm struck still in my seat for a moment. It's almost like when they say if you see yourself, you most likely recognise yourself. Instead, I'm seeing a spitting imagine of my dream.

I swear, I saw this exact guy last night. He has distinctive tattoos all up his arms, right to the collar of his shirt, making out a pattern of swirls that's completely unfamiliar. And of course, that burnished brown colour I swear I've never seen on anyone else but on the man in my dreams. And those eyes. Those silvery, magical eyes.

"Can I take your order?" He asks. I blink a few times, as David orders flawlessly before looking at me expectantly. I hadn't even had chance to look at the menu and decide, but I'm more stunned by the waiter then anything else.

"Can I have a few more minutes?" I ask, trying to force my tone into its normal rhythm, not letting it shake uneasily, despite my complete and utter shock.

The man nods, before turning to walk away.

Before he does, I take a single glance at his name tag. Brad, it says, which is a name that doesn't suit the man in my dreams to any degree. Maybe this is all in my head and I'm going crazy. There is no way he's the man from my dreams. Unless I've seen him before and he just happened to translate into my subconscious thought. I somehow doubt that, though...