Ooh La La

Her eyes were a dreamy shade of blue, the greenish

blue of a calm sea. Her nose was small and straight in

the middle of an oval face. Pretty. Very pretty.

“Yes,” she said. “I came to apologize for running

you over. Unfortunately I’m Queen of the Klutzes.”

“Okay.” He held out a hand for her to shake.

“Simon West. How did you know where to find me?”

She smiled and nodded at the Barrett University

Dance T-shirt he wore. “I went to the Dance Department

office and asked. I’m Veronica Cooke. I hope I didn’t

hurt you.”

“You didn’t. Hurt me, that is.” Since when did he

babble?

Since now, he guessed. He had a hard time thinking

around her. He wanted to reach out and touch her cheek

to see if her skin was as soft and smooth as it looked.

“Well, good. You’re a wonderful dancer. I wish I

had that talent.” She glanced at her watch. “I’ve got to

get to my office hours. It was nice to meet you.” She

turned to leave.

He didn’t want her to. He found he very much

wanted her to stay. Here. With him. “Um, do you have

time to get coffee later?” He wasn’t dancing at

Hardbody that night.

“I might. When?”

“Around four?”

“Four sounds great. Where?”

“Sammy’s?”

“Okay. I’ll see you then.” She gave him one last

smile and left.

He indulged himself and watched her trundle down

the hall. “I think I need to get to know you better,

Veronica Cooke.”