Testing for Feelers

An excerpt from a rough-draft

Why did he bring me here? I feel so out of place. My stilettos, along with my silk turquoise cocktail dress, are being spotted by each wavering eye. Overdressed and unimpressed, there is a lingering melancholy to my tone as I wander idly through the crowds. He clasps my hand as we move swiftly through a sea of people, and before I know it, we are standing by the Mercedes. “Why did we have to stop by here,” I express with the relief that we are finally on our own. “I had to make an appearance, and trust me, it was not on the agenda I had planned for us this evening,” Matt says hastily as he ushers me into the passengers seat. He’s tense and doesn’t seem happy. Why did we come if this wasn’t on his so called ‘agenda’? He is a very peculiar man, and one that I can’t put my finger on. As I look over at him it’s as if he is in another world. His facial expression is dark and so concentrated, like there is a maze ahead of us as we speed onto the freeway. The Chicago skyline is breathtaking tonight, one that I am glad to be sharing with this stunning man beside me. I can’t believe it’s already been a year and i’m still struck with awe over his witty, and frankly unexpected, domineering nature. It’s true when they say that charm is deceptive.