strings as she entranced him with her voice and the lyrics of her song. When the song ended, his partner walked back towards her friends, leaving him standing and staring at the vision on the stage, not even aware that he was alone. He became aware of being watched and realized that it was her, Selena. She gave him a smile and looked away, focusing somewhere above his head, and sang on.
Nick stood to the side of the stage waiting for her to finish her set, before trying to talk to her. When she was done she took up her guitar and amidst the applause, made her way back to her seat at the bar which, it now seemed, was reserved for her exclusive use.
He was finally behind her, could feel her body heat, could smell her. Yes that undeniable cinnamon smell that he had always associated with her. He could smell it, the scent seemed to invade his senses and spread through his body, exactly as it had done all those years ago. This was Selena! It had to be! There could be no doubt about it.
“Can I buy you a drink?” he managed hoarsely. Selena turned around and gave him a green-eyed stare.
“I don’t drink alcohol but thanks.” She turned back to her bottle of water.
“How about another soft drink? A coffee?”
“Mister,” she turned round to face him again, “let me make it clear. I don’t drink alcohol and neither do I accept drinks from strangers. Nor do I talk to them, as a matter of fact. Please let me be?”
“But Selena, I…”
“How.... How do you know me by that name? Nobody calls me Selena! Who are you! What do you want from me? Jake, I need a little help here, please.”
The bartender came over looking slightly threatening, which was funny, seeing that Nick was six foot three and Jake could not have been anything over five foot six.
“Selena, please, don’t you remember me? Please, let’s talk. Anywhere you want? You name the place and we can talk. I’m not out to stalk you! I just need some questions answered! I really need to talk to you!”
The softening in her face let him realize that she had relented. Something about him looked like he knew her and she wanted to learn more. “Okay, look, I can see you at a coffee shop tomorrow morning? About ten?”
“Sure, whatever you say.”
She gave him the name of a place a few blocks down from his hotel, on the waterfront, and he agreed to meet her there. Before he had a chance to make any more conversation, she got up and made her way back to the stage. It was time for her next set.
Nick stuck around for a while, listening and watching Selena as she performed. He had never known she was so skilled and talented. Her husky voice’s range astounded him, her elusive presence intrigued him, and the fact that she seemed not to remember him; not even a good look at his face seeming to nudge her memory, frustrated him. Yet, for all that, he needed to talk to her, try to jog her memory, and, more importantly, find out why she had disappeared the way she had.
***
Nick was at the little bistro she had picked much earlier than the time they had agreed upon, but he did not have the patience to wait in his hotel room or to walk around and do any sight-seeing. His whole focus was solely centered on one thing: meeting Selena, talking to her, touching her, hearing her voice, getting reacquainted with her smell, possibly her taste… His thoughts once more turned to the physical. He could not help himself, she had taken over his mind and senses, the same way she had all those years ago. Ordering a coffee, he hunkered down and got ready to wait for her, praying all the while that she would not change her mind about meeting him. That she would turn up, and, that possibly, they might have a chance to get back together again.
Chapter 2
Lena Montclair sat in front of her
Nick stood to the side of the stage waiting for her to finish her set, before trying to talk to her. When she was done she took up her guitar and amidst the applause, made her way back to her seat at the bar which, it now seemed, was reserved for her exclusive use.
He was finally behind her, could feel her body heat, could smell her. Yes that undeniable cinnamon smell that he had always associated with her. He could smell it, the scent seemed to invade his senses and spread through his body, exactly as it had done all those years ago. This was Selena! It had to be! There could be no doubt about it.
“Can I buy you a drink?” he managed hoarsely. Selena turned around and gave him a green-eyed stare.
“I don’t drink alcohol but thanks.” She turned back to her bottle of water.
“How about another soft drink? A coffee?”
“Mister,” she turned round to face him again, “let me make it clear. I don’t drink alcohol and neither do I accept drinks from strangers. Nor do I talk to them, as a matter of fact. Please let me be?”
“But Selena, I…”
“How.... How do you know me by that name? Nobody calls me Selena! Who are you! What do you want from me? Jake, I need a little help here, please.”
The bartender came over looking slightly threatening, which was funny, seeing that Nick was six foot three and Jake could not have been anything over five foot six.
“Selena, please, don’t you remember me? Please, let’s talk. Anywhere you want? You name the place and we can talk. I’m not out to stalk you! I just need some questions answered! I really need to talk to you!”
The softening in her face let him realize that she had relented. Something about him looked like he knew her and she wanted to learn more. “Okay, look, I can see you at a coffee shop tomorrow morning? About ten?”
“Sure, whatever you say.”
She gave him the name of a place a few blocks down from his hotel, on the waterfront, and he agreed to meet her there. Before he had a chance to make any more conversation, she got up and made her way back to the stage. It was time for her next set.
Nick stuck around for a while, listening and watching Selena as she performed. He had never known she was so skilled and talented. Her husky voice’s range astounded him, her elusive presence intrigued him, and the fact that she seemed not to remember him; not even a good look at his face seeming to nudge her memory, frustrated him. Yet, for all that, he needed to talk to her, try to jog her memory, and, more importantly, find out why she had disappeared the way she had.
***
Nick was at the little bistro she had picked much earlier than the time they had agreed upon, but he did not have the patience to wait in his hotel room or to walk around and do any sight-seeing. His whole focus was solely centered on one thing: meeting Selena, talking to her, touching her, hearing her voice, getting reacquainted with her smell, possibly her taste… His thoughts once more turned to the physical. He could not help himself, she had taken over his mind and senses, the same way she had all those years ago. Ordering a coffee, he hunkered down and got ready to wait for her, praying all the while that she would not change her mind about meeting him. That she would turn up, and, that possibly, they might have a chance to get back together again.
Chapter 2
Lena Montclair sat in front of her
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