Saved by the sea

Looking at him through the glass door in our office was always my favourite thing to do at work... but seeing him sit in front of me in one of the fanciest restaurants in town... seems like it is a dream. Oliver Karson was my crush since high school. He was one of the most popular kids at school... he wasn't athletic or anything like that... he was just popular and rich... and well he was everything that I wasn't... and always wanted to be... School... college... work... it went very similar for me... I was always the quiet one... the hard-working one... the boring one that none wanted to hang out with... As far as I can remember myself I always had on crush on Oliver...ever since kindergarten when I shared my pencil with him when miss Martins sat us next to each other for a few days. But that is as far as our interactions went... well it was as if we lived in parallel universes. He was the golden boy in our class. The guy that every boy wanted to be and every girl wanted to date. Driving expensive cars, going to exciting places, parties, dating the hottest girls in class. And I... well... I was below average... most of my time was spent in the library and at work... after my mother ran off with our neighbour, when I was seven, dad and I had to take care of each other. At the time dad started his business in high tech security systems and wasn't making much. I used to help out in the office with all the minor tasks because we couldn't afford to hire additional personnel. I went to study accounting so that I could help him run the company, but everything changed in my last year of college... we got a major contract and everything went up from there... Now four years later my father's company is one of the leading security systems providers in the country. After I finished college I returned to work in my father's company. I began working as one of the accountants... and well have been working here ever since. Last month as our previous head of finance quit, my father highered Oliver in his place... Seeing him again brought back memories of high school... how I spent hours staring at him... at his perfect golden looks... staring at his lean muscular body as he flirted with every girl in the cheerleader team... how I was always invisible to him... well at least I used to be... On his second day in the office, he approached me, asking me to show him around the office. Of course, I agreed... we walked around. I showed him all of the facilities and so on... he was as charming as I remembered... maybe even more... he had this more mature look about him. For the first time in my life, I had this gorgeous mans attention on me... and it was... well it was like being on drugs or something like that... on that same day, he invited me to meet him for lunch... I actually thought that he remembered me from high school and wanted to catch up... but I was wrong... he didn't remember me at all... it was a bit disturbing... but well... I was a nobody and he was the most popular guy in our class... We spent lunch eating at one of the trendiest places in town. I felt as if I was in heaven... like all of my teenage dreams came true... I was having lunch with the Oliver Karson... I don't remember much from that lunch... I was too concentrated on him and how the hell I ended up here and why he even invited me... On the very same lunch, he invited me to have dinner with him on Thursdays evening. I agreed, of course... And we have been seeing each other like this for the last month... He asked me to be his girlfriend on our third date... he even invited me to meet his parents and have dinner with his family... The dinner was a bit awkward, because his mother... well she tried to act friendly, but it seems that she disliked me a lot... and I wasn't sure why... And his father... well it seemed that he wanted to anywhere else but there... But I felt in heaven either way... to meet his parents meant that he was serious... and well I never even in my wildest dreams imagined that he would want anything like that with a nobody like me... He kissed me on the same evening after he took me home... it was a sweet short kiss... but well it was my first kiss... I didn't tell him that... but I will remember this to the day I die... I know that sounds weird... how any 25 year old could not have had her first kiss when most have kids at this age and even more... well it was never intentional... it just happened... I was always busy with helping dad or school... and well there weren't many boys interested in me... and well time went than I expected... and here I was at 25-year-old virgin that has never even been kissed... But Oliver changed all of that... and I hoped that he wouldn't stop there... but well he stepped back fast and after that haven't made any more attempts at it... And so here we were at the finest restaurant in town... well at least that's how he called it... I am wearing one of my favourite dresses, knee-length wrap dresses with white polka-dots, I think I looked cute in it... but Oliver looked even better... he was wearing a dark grey suit... it fitted him like a glow... I couldn't stop staring at him this evening... but he seemed a bit more annoyed than usual... "So... how are your parents doing?" I tried to make some sort of conversation because we have been sitting in the quiet for around five minutes. "Good I guess... Father vent overseas for business... and mom is preparing some sort of charity event..." "Oh, that seems fun, for which charity she is preparing it?" There was an even clearer annoyed look on his face... "I don't know... and I don't really care..." I wasn't sure what to say to him... so I just sat there quiet... That was how the waiter found us as he brought out our dessert... We finished our dinner and Oliver stood up and kneeled in front of my chair... "Bianka West, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?"