At the coffee shop. One Christopher street. He comes to the counter in his Brooks Brothers suite. Color is a Charcole grey. The button down white shirt that seemed to gleam in the sun light gave sight to the sky blue tie . His smooth brown caramel skin made the whole suite come together very dramatically. Not to mention that he stood an impressive 6'4. Rocking his low hair cut. The goatee wrapped around his mouth just makes you want to know the secrets he keeps. He steps up to the counter and orders a soy latte with light foam and a dash of vanilla for flavor. His Armani attache case that is black to set off his wardrobe. You can see that he commands respect and power when he enters a room. Who ever is the woman in his life is one strong one He walks away leaving the coffee shop drinking his coffee ready to take down the prey or panty that is in his way.
December 15 2012 9am
Here comes mister wall street. Dam it. I am in my running gear. Suited for the New York weather tights and my thermal and my nike hoodie. Looking straight up as natural as the day I was born. Well it does not matter I am way below his radar. His wife or girl friend or what ever is keeping him occupied. All I hear in front of me in a deep voice is Excuse ME....what did you just say to me Miss....I looked up in amazement to find that as I was leaving he was holding the door for me to come out. Me and my big mouth...trying desperately to fumble an apology....UM......Um......I'm sorry I was thinking about this celebrity you know the guy....a bad chuckle tries to escape my lips. I swallow so hard and hope he buys my shitty lie...He replies well may be you should blog about it you sound very passionate about that celebrity. As I pass him threw the door I could smell him I was that close. he smelled of Polo. I breathed in as hard as I could and loved every minute of it. I walked out. As I walked out I look back to see him coming in my direction. Could it be that this is my chance to get the balls enough to talk to him and finally unwrap the mystery for the past three weeks.
Excuse me Miss. He does not even say my name but as I hear him better I hear that he is not native to the Island of Manhattan. His proper hold on the English language. An Englishman. Dam it why did he have an exotic. All I can hear in my head is Trey Songz singing Role Play..for a minute I almost started to slow grind on Wall street. May I have your name. Calling you Miss is so improper. Its Daniella..I spat my name out so quick that it seemed like I did not like my it. Hi Daniella my name is Will. OMG my panties got instantly wet. Which was not good because I was on my way to the gym and right at that moment I did not care if I had a on night stand with Wall Street Will. I see you in her every day Daniella and since I have a buddy pass for the 24 hour fitness gym around here would you like to join me.Lets exchange numbers and meet up around 7 here. I gave Will my number and her gave me his.
I ran to the gym after that so fast with my heart beating I felt like I was about to pass out from what just happened. Did I just get the guys number I have been secretly stalking for this whole time.
