Fallen Angel - Sophie Luna (sneezy the snowman read aloud .TXT) 📗
- Author: Sophie Luna
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“Deal,” she returned and started sprinting. The horrors of the streets blew away as the bistro loomed ahead. I could hardly keep up to her now.
At the door, Jenna whipped out her compact, powdering her face over. She straightened her dress, inhaled deeply, and we entered the bistro.
True to his picture, Avis Bentley spotted us, jumped up, catching his protruding belly on the table. The water glasses teetered for a moment, spilling, but thankfully righted. He seemed not to notice once his eyes locked with Jenna’s. A sigh slipped from my lips watching the remarkable drama before me. He took her hand, stiffly, as if he had practiced it for days and kissed it, just like the knights of old.
Tucking her arm in his, he led her to the table. Standing forgotten I looked around for what awaited me, but there was no one in sight. Stood up again, my guess. Pushing on, I sat down next to the two lovebirds, their heads close as they chirped to each other. It would be a long night.
Just then a tall man walked in the restaurant, his eyes boring on our table. Strange but familiar brown orbs, but instead of a welcome he wore a spiteful glare. My cheeks burned and I quickly turned, trying to hide from his scan.
Unbelievable, he was reading my soul as I attempted to read his. Could he be? No, I have never met another of my kind in over a hundred years. Stealing a sideways glance from under my eyelashes, he came forward. That walk, his broad shouldered stance and dark hair chestnut hair sent ripples down my spine. I surreptitiously picked up the menu to hide.
“Angie,” he smiled a huge perfect grin and held his hand to me. Centuries of impeccable social graces down the drain, I could only gawk.
“Sorry, I’m late, my name is Ben, I believe I am your date tonight.” He stared back, examining me from the top of my flaming face to my flaming feet. “Have we met before?”
“I don’t believe so,” I mustered a crooked smile back. No not in this lifetime but perhaps another. Looking into his guarded heart, I could not tell if his soul perpetuated in the garden of good or evil.
At the door, Jenna whipped out her compact, powdering her face over. She straightened her dress, inhaled deeply, and we entered the bistro.
True to his picture, Avis Bentley spotted us, jumped up, catching his protruding belly on the table. The water glasses teetered for a moment, spilling, but thankfully righted. He seemed not to notice once his eyes locked with Jenna’s. A sigh slipped from my lips watching the remarkable drama before me. He took her hand, stiffly, as if he had practiced it for days and kissed it, just like the knights of old.
Tucking her arm in his, he led her to the table. Standing forgotten I looked around for what awaited me, but there was no one in sight. Stood up again, my guess. Pushing on, I sat down next to the two lovebirds, their heads close as they chirped to each other. It would be a long night.
Just then a tall man walked in the restaurant, his eyes boring on our table. Strange but familiar brown orbs, but instead of a welcome he wore a spiteful glare. My cheeks burned and I quickly turned, trying to hide from his scan.
Unbelievable, he was reading my soul as I attempted to read his. Could he be? No, I have never met another of my kind in over a hundred years. Stealing a sideways glance from under my eyelashes, he came forward. That walk, his broad shouldered stance and dark hair chestnut hair sent ripples down my spine. I surreptitiously picked up the menu to hide.
“Angie,” he smiled a huge perfect grin and held his hand to me. Centuries of impeccable social graces down the drain, I could only gawk.
“Sorry, I’m late, my name is Ben, I believe I am your date tonight.” He stared back, examining me from the top of my flaming face to my flaming feet. “Have we met before?”
“I don’t believe so,” I mustered a crooked smile back. No not in this lifetime but perhaps another. Looking into his guarded heart, I could not tell if his soul perpetuated in the garden of good or evil.
Publication Date: 05-18-2010
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