She’s gorgeous. Scarlet lips perfectly curved and centered on her heart shaped face. She’s drinking her overpriced latté. Sarcasm dripping with every sentence she utters. She rolls her eyes and her curly lashes flutter as if fanning the heat from her body. She was freaking hot. I couldn’t help but watch her. My own hat pulled low over her eyes so I could gawk with discretion.

She crossed her legs. Long as a Mississippi Mile. And just as dark and mysterious. I stared at the metallic button on her shorts. How cold it would be on my fingers as I undressed her.

She swivels around. Her back toward me now. Red waist beads dance up and down against her sweet, bare skin. Long hair cascading down her back. Wonder how much she paid for that. Wonder what her hair looks like under there. Wonder if she’ll let me see.

I spent hours watching. Sip after seductive sip. Her sweet laugh. The gossip her and her girlfriend shared. I paid for my expensive drink and finally gathered up the courage and paid for hers. The waitress informed her of my generosity and she turned to me and smiled. I nodded. Playing cool. But this girl had me tied up in knots.

She stood. Starrs and stripes on her tiny denim shorts. Salute soldier. You have my full attention. A kind thank you. Her lips looked so soft. A polite your welcome and a glance at the thin gold necklace around her neck.

A blue pen. A numerical combination scribbled on a crumbled table napkin. She wanted me to call her. Yes. I’ll do whatever you want me to. Just say when and where. And how.

She smiled again. A flash of sanity in my crazed and chaotic world. She was breath taking. I was dumb founded and at a loss for words. A quick wave over her shoulder as her friend pulls her away. Bitch.

I watch her thighs tremble as her harsh steps sent ripples through her flesh. It gave me shivers. Her steps made my mouth water.

I would call her. Perfection.

I will love her. Flawless.

She will me mine. Celestial.

I tipped the waitress. Shoved the crumpled up napkin into my pocket. The combination to heaven written in blue ink with perfect penmanship. Yes. She was divine. And as long as I played my cards right, heaven would belong to me.