Today needed a little sparkle.I had a list of things to do, and my entire day was planned around hopping in and out of my car in between zips through the city streets to get things accomplished. I needed to spark my system and take a moment to just be, so I ordered a Whisky Sour and settled into a random seat near one end of the bar.
And then I saw her.
Her fingers were wrapped around the bottom of her wine glass while the music danced through the speakers around us. It was inspired by sultry jazz; it was sassy, with a bit of spunk; it humbly punched through the bustling crowd. It was perfect for what’s happening in front of me.There were rings on a few of her fingers, most of them etched with little details. One in particular, sitting delicately on her middle finger, was studded with tiny diamonds that glimmered and shined, just a touch more than the beautiful mess of her fiery, auburn hair falling in all the right places and gracing her face.
Those little diamonds speckled across that finger hinted to a glamorous side she was holding back on, possibly hiding underneath that fitted and slight broken in leather jacket or jet black boots that stopped right below her kneecaps. Her jeans were slightly faded with spots that were worn and ready to rip at any moment as they gripped tightly to her thighs. There were frayed edges around that one hole that I assumed went across her knee- perhaps someone had already tried to find their way into her soul, under her seemingly flawless, milky smooth skin. Maybe all that wear and tear were just war wounds, proof that she had (undoubtedly) been defending herself from the army of men likely drawn in by the heat she radiated without much of her own effort.
I couldn’t help but stare, so of course I happened to lock eyes with her as she looked around the room for someone worth her time. Lucky for me, she’d perfectly placed herself so that the light accented every one of her features. The apples of her cheeks were a peachy pink, just enough to make her cheekbones rise above her glowing, porcelain skin. From my seat, I could only see that her eyes were smoked around the edge of their almond shape, seducing every breathing object that fell into her line of sight. Her lips seemed bare, perhaps a hint of gloss. Their neutral base contrasted perfectly to the other accents of her face. Those lips were screaming for attention.
She was stunning, without being obvious about it. Her leather jacket, those pants, those boots that roared with feminine bad ass – she exuded magic that displayed her capability to take charge and leaving a sexy storm in her wake. She was a woman who seemed like she didn’t have time to bedazzle herself with anything more than those teeny diamonds. She’s the type of woman who really, didn’t need to.
Eventually, I had to make my way out of the bar. As I slowly pulled myself together and unfortunately got ready to leave, I made a point of walking by her, standing next to her as I flagged down the bar man to settle my bill. Her eyes were this luminous shade of green, brought out by the dark, stealth black lines of her long eyelashes. I fought the urge to be drawn into their deep allure. I captured a hint of something gentle and floral – I assumed it was her and not the bartender dealing with my debit card – and the temptation to give in and just stay for one more glass of anything swelled inside of me. I would have even drank a glass of blood red wine (which I tend to avoid the taste of) just to breathe the air around her a little longer.
She was bad in all the best ways. She was beautiful.
I so badly wish I could have stayed – even just to be inspired by the power she silently held. There, poised on a worn down bar stool, standing out against the chaos of a late dinner service unwinding around us – she was a mystery wrapped in leather, giving off just enough sparkle to entice you to learn more. And so badly do I want to know what her secrets are and what’s hidden behind the worn out fabric that’s hugging all the perfect lines and curves of her body… but I’ve left that to the next lucky gentleman to cross her path.
She’s truly exquisite. She’s so much more than the simple sparkle my day needed.