The poor woman had been a bundle of nerves all day. She had been on plenty of dates but something felt different about this one. She was unsure what it was or why it was occupying her mind like this. The image of him sitting at the bar came to mind. The way he gave her all his attention and that cocky grin. Her head shook as she got ready. It was taking her longer than normal. It took her about an hour to pick a dark purple cocktail dress that came mid-thigh. Her black heels and a little purse. Why was she getting all dressed up for him anyway?<br/><br/>It was a long while before she was finally ready to walk out of the door. Cursing, she looked at the time on her cell. She was five minutes late. Way to go Scarlet. She walked out of her apartment and looked across the street. Shit. He was dressed up too and quite fine with her. She thought he was hot before. He was sexy man of the year material now. The wind kicked up behind her as she started to cross the street. She almost stumbled in those heels. She just wasn't used to wearing them. The thought flew from her mind as she looked at him. "Hey..." Was all she could say.