Involuntary reflex movement

It was the eyes that did it. Sure, they were heavenly green but most importantly they were substantial in proportion to her face. The nose was perfect, the cheekbones impeccable and lips beyond earthly comparisons. If one had to find a glitch then the purist would assign that to her strong chin. However, I have always wilted for stronger older woman.

She wafted into the showroom like an angel but her face had a mischievous grin. Infact, I suppose there has never been a time when she did not have that look on the face. A prank playing angel if there ever was one.

And she had her worn her hair ruffled. I wondered if it was wind or was styled intentionally but simply loved the fact that she did not care. She walked towards the car of her choice, a Mercedes SL 65 and I watched her eyes light up even more. Oh, I was so badly done for.

My manger nudged me and handed me the keys to the car she was looking at. The Benz was prepped and ready to be delivered. With a vigorously beating heart and now sweaty palms, I made my way to her with my right hand stretched and keys dangling.

She smiled.

“I suppose these are mine…” She said as she took the keys from me. And at this moment, standing three feet from her, I decided to let my rational instincts suck an egg.

She got in the car. Started the engine, turned to me and said, “Is there anything else I need to know?”

And in all consciousness and seriousness, I said, “I am in love with you”

This had her perplexed only for a fraction before she smiled again. Oh, that face! She turned away looking straight and slightly shaking her head. Flicked the auto gearbox and drove out of the showroom on the sun baked streets of LA.

I said again “But I honestly love you”. This time however I had no audience.

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