This happened at a wedding last weekend. So here is the story:
I arrived at the hotel late the night before the wedding, checked in, threw my duffle in my room, and went to get a drink with a few friends at the hotel bar. That’s the first time I saw her, across the bar. A white Hispanic, hazel eyes, “dirty blonde” hair kissing her shoulders, a tight blue dress. I couldn’t tell much else at the time.
But the night took us apart.
The next day after the ceremony I got my chance, next to her in line for drinks during cocktail hour.
“Hi, I’m Ashley.” I offered my hand. “How do you know Karen?”
“Sara. Karen’s my cousin. You?” Oh my god. That kiss of a Spanish accent. I tried not to shiver.
“I used to work with her, we kept in touch. What are you drinking?” I asked, not entirely sure she was of age. I finally truly studied her face as she answered. Her light brown eyebrows were slightly angled, with almond shape eyes, the smoothest lightly tan skin. I was a few inches taller at 5’9”