Page 7 of Darkness

Autumn-Rose

The day has been non-stop.I haven’t been able to stop thinking about what happened at the ice rink this morning. Not so much the teaching part. More so the man who I haven’t stopped thinking about.

One word was all he said to me, and it made a shiver of excitement rush through my body.

Mr. Cain and his dark mysteries. I felt a cold energy around him. It should make me not want to see him again, but it does the opposite. How crazy is that? His cold mood, and not wanting to talk should make me run, but all I want to do is run towards him.

Throughout the day I kept asking myself one question, why can I not stop thinking about a man who has only said one word to me, and who I was in a room with for less than five minutes? I don’t have an answer for it.

I had three wedding consultations today, and while they were talking and telling me what they wanted for their special day, but all I could think about was his tattoos. I could only see some around his neck, and his whole hand, the one he shook my handwith. I can’t help wondering what do they mean? Why did he get them?

Walking into the shop, I see Katy’s with a customer so I go out the back and put my bag on the office chair and pull out the folders for the weddings. I love seeing the weddings look so pretty with my flowers. Seeing the guests at the wedding with a smile on their faces. It's priceless.

“The shop has been crazy today, not the best day to have all the consultations.” I look up at Katy walking into the office as she collapses on the chair. “Consultations will be in here from now on.” I laugh as she points at me.

“Deal. You will never guess what one of the themes is for one of the weddings?” I ask, swinging side to side on my chair. It might seem stupid, but when I first got an office, I always said I wanted a spinning chair. I don’t know why, but they always looked like so much fun. They are.

“I’m too scared to ask. I hate it when you ask this question. It’s always something crazy.” I have to laugh a little, because she’s not wrong at all.

“Goth. They want dark, and I mean dark colors, and have asked for some flowers to be black. I think it’s going to be so much fun-” I pull out the couple’s folder, and open it for Katy to see some of the things I’ve noted down for them already. “-We have two weeks to have something to show them-”

“You’re doing it. You seem excited about this.” Katy slides the folder back to me.

“You’re acting like you do them all the time. I’m the one who has all the ideas, you come in to help once I have the idea.” I always ask her what she thinks we should do, but she never tells me until I’ve decided which option, then once I’m ready to make them, she’s always there with an opinion.

“Well, it sucks to be the owner,” she jokes, and she pushes me a little, which makes her giggle.

I always have a vision for the shop, for weddings, for baby showers, anything. A customer comes in, they tell me what they want, and my brain works overtime to get their vision to work. I plan everything out, I know what things I can put together for their vision. Once I have an idea, Katy comes in and helps to finish them off.

“Don’t forget we are going out tonight-”

“I know, I know. You’ve sent me enough messages today.” Waving my cell at her. She’s sent me five messages already today.

“I’m finding you your Prince Charming, tonight.” Katy is always telling me that she’s going to find my Prince Charming. Why does that make me think of Mr. Cain. His whole demeanor tells me to stay away, but a part of me wants to know everything about him. What is going on? Who is Mr Cain?

“I don’t think there is a Prince Charming out there for me. Maybe I don’t want a Prince-” I stop when Katy laughs, placing my hand on my hip. “What’s so funny?”

“Since I’ve known you, you’ve talked about meeting this elusive Prince Charming, and how no matter what happens in life, it brings you and him closer.” Katy says hello to the customer who’s just walked through the door, as I give them a smile.

I wish I could tell her why I have to believe that. After everything that happened back home in England, I have to believe that everything happened so I can meet the man who will protect me no matter what.

“I know, and I still believe that. But maybe it’s not a Prince, and it’s a-” I stop because how can I already think of Mr. Cain as someone who would like me? “You know the universe will tell me when I find him.” I go and start bringing some flowers inside.A night out with the girls will be good for me. It’s not far from my apartment either, so if I want to go home or have too much to drink, I just have to cross the road.

“Meet us outside the club at seven. It’s supposed to be busy tonight.” Katy comes out to help me bring the flowers back into the shop for the night.

“It’s always busy. The line is usually around the corner. I’ve never been there, though.” Picking up the last basket of flowers, I turn to Katy. “Dress code for the night?” Now, I like my girly dresses with floral prints, and princess style shorts with a tank top, but I don’t think it will be very fitting for tonight.

“The club doesn’t have a dress code, it just says nice and smart, so you can rock up in anything. With those legs, I don’t even think they’ll care what you wear.” Katy points to my legs and shakes her head as if she’s disappointed in something. “You know how many men I could get with those? A lot of men love legs, and your legs are killer.”

“Thank you.” I take a little bow, as if I’m proud of myself for having good legs. I know they are sexy. It’s one of the reasons why I love wearing dresses. “You head off. I’ll close up and meet you there.” The shop doesn’t close for a few hours yet, but she’s been working solo while I was doing the consultations, so she deserves some time off before tonight.

“Don’t call me and cancel. I know where you live,” Katy shouts as she walks into the office to get her stuff. I can’t help but laugh at her.

“I’ll be there,” I shout as she walks out the door waving her hand at me. I continue to clean up the shop and work out in my head what I want to wear tonight.

Maybe by some luck I’ll meet a sexy man who will stop me from thinking about the mysterious sexy tattooed Mr Cain. I can hope.

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