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Date Posted: 00:06:02 05/27/11 Fri
Author: asiacheetah
Author Host/IP: ppp-71-128-195-9.dsl.sndg02.pacbell.net / 71.128.195.9
Subject: Chapter 29 - Sophia
In reply to: asiacheetah 's message, "The Recruit (working title) - Michael pre-LFN story" on 03:47:50 04/25/11 Mon

Chapter 29 - Sophia

Sophia was counting down the minutes until she gets off work. It’s been a long and boring shift with nothing much to keep her occupied. She still has to write a paper and read a few chapters for the next day’s class when she gets home. She finished sorting through the books and checked her watch again, 20 more minutes until she gets off work.

Her co-worker Meredith was lounging back in her seat at the cash register, snapping her gum and reading a magazine. All of the sudden, Meredith snapped to attention, sitting straight up while looking at the door. She whispered excitedly to her: “Hey, dream boat 1 O’clock!”

She looked up to see what the fuss was about and widened her eyes at the sight. A tall young man had just walked in wearing a leather jacket over a flannel shirt and jeans. He was beautiful with wild curly auburn hair, light colored eyes framed by dark lashes, and a sensual mouth. He looked around the bookstore before moving toward the French literature section.

Meredith started nudging Sophia furiously: “You should go talk to him! I totally would if I didn’t have a boyfriend.”

“He’s out of my league.”

“So what, it won’t hurt. Besides, I want to know what color are his eyes.”

Sophia piled on a few books in her arms and gave her friend a dirty look: “Alright, but if I crash and burn you have treat me to a coffee after work.”

“Yeah, yeah, go on and get.”

She walked timidly toward the beautiful young man. She stopped when he bent down to look at the titles of some books, the jeans stretching over a shapely butt. She turned to Meredith and silently mouthed ‘Oh my god!’ Meredith giggled and gave her a thumb up sign.

She turned back toward the man and nearly ran into him. He grasped her arms to prevent her from bumping into him. She looked up to apologize for her clumsiness and lost her train of thought when she looked into his eyes. His eyes were a true pare color with an extraordinary blend of green and blue. They were framed by long, curly lashes and revealed an expression of gentleness.

The beautiful stranger said: “Pardon.”

She nearly melted at the soft French accent. She gathered her scattered wits about her and stammered out: “Can I help you find anything?”

“Yes, I’m looking for Jaques Brault’s Poèmes des quatre côtes.”

“I think we have some of his work. Are you studying French poetry?” Sophia mentally kicked herself for prying without permission.

Thankfully, the man smiled and responded: “French literature actually.”

“I wish I could read French better. I always liked hearing the sound of it.”

“Maybe I’ll read to you sometimes.”

She looked at him silently, completely robbed of the power of speech.

“Forgive me, I didn’t mean to be so forward.”

“Oh no there’s nothing to be sorry for. Um…I would love it if you read to me sometimes.”

He smiled and extended his hand: “I’m Michael.”

“Hi, I’m Sophia.”

She looked down at their clasped hands, the contact a shock to her senses. His hand with its elegant fingers wrapped firmly around her smaller one made her feel protected and safe. She felt a feeling of loss when he ended the contact.

Sophia led him to the poetry section and located the book he was looking for. She handed it over to him and stood awkwardly, uncertain of what to do next.

Michael smiled again and said: “Thank you.”

She stood there grinning like an idiot back at him. “Um…do you need anything else?” She didn’t want to let this beautiful man out of her sight.

“Would you like to go get a cup of coffee?”

She stammered in shock: “With you?”

He chuckled lightly: “Yes, with me.”

She blushed furiously at her unsophisticated reply. “I get off work in another 15 minutes.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes!”

“I’m glad.”

She walked back to the counter where Meredith was eagerly watching the exchange. As soon as she got back Meredith demanded: “Well?”

“He asked me out for coffee.” She still couldn’t believe her own words.

“What are you doing here then? Go!”

“I still have 15 more minutes to my shift.”

“I’ll cover for you, go!”

Michael walked up to the register to pay for the book. She rang him up and said awkwardly: “I can leave now if you want.”

He smiled again and replied: “That would be nice. I’ll wait for you outside.”

She grabbed her purse and jacket and rushed out with Meredith laughingly calling out: “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

Sophia turned at the door and shot back: “So basically anything goes right?”

She rushed out with Meredith’s laughter ringing in her ears. Michael was standing next to a motorcycle, putting his purchase in one of the satchels attached to it. He turned back toward her and inquired: “Is there somewhere nearby you would like to go or would you like to ride to somewhere else?”

There was no way she would pass up a chance to snuggle up against his back. “There’s a nice place about 10 minutes away we can go to.”

“Okay, hop on.”

The ride to the café was way too short. She wrapped her arms tighter than she needed to around Michael’s lean waist, inhaling the scent of leather and an indescribable spicy scent that sent her heart beat racing. The vibration of the engine beneath her, combined with the feel of his butt and hips against her thighs was not doing her hormones any good. All too soon the ride was over and she reluctantly leaned back in her seat and got off the motorcycle.

They made their way inside the quiet café and ordered drinks. She looked over her cappuccino and gazed adoringly at her companion. He took a sip of his coffee, caught her stare, and gave her a sweet smile.

“How did you end up in Brussels?”

“My father is a diplomat here and he brought my mom and me here 3 years ago.”

“How do you like it?”

“I think the city is beautiful, I just wish I knew any of the languages spoken here. Imagine going to a country where Dutch, German, and French are spoken and I don’t know any of it. Thankfully a lot of people here can speak English. How about you? Are you from here?”

“No, I’m from France.”

“Oh, which part?”

“Near Paris.”

“Oh, I love Paris. Why did you decide to move here?”

“I like the university here and the literature program.”

“Are you a writer?”

“No, but I hope to teach someday.”

“That’s nice. I don’t even know what I want to do with my life.”

Michael reached over and took her hand in his: “You have time to find out.”

She watched with bated breath as Michael sensuously caressed her fingers before turning her hand over to lightly trace the palm. She looked up to meet his warm, gentle gaze, mesmerized by the captivating man before her.

“Would you like to join me for dinner?”

She gazed helplessly at him and gave the only reply her heart would allow: “Yes.”

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