Chapter 3
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She paused inside standing beside the door scanning the room to see if James had already arrived before her, because she was at least told the name of the person she was coming to meet. The chairs and tables were scattered thoughtfully, each table with its small lamp. Few patrons occupied the space; a woman reading a book close to the window, a man typing on his laptop with all concentration in the corner. Yet there was no sign of him, neither did she see someone who looked like him. She signed as she walked in her heels on the polished floor, and moved towards an empty table close to the window. She pulled the chair out gently without making a sound as she sat down placing her bag on the seat beside her.
“I had no idea I would be the first person to be here,”
She thought to herself checking her phone for any
missed calls or messages. Nothing.
Shortly after she seated a barista approached her, giving a bright welcoming smile.
”Good evening. Can I get you something while you wait?”
“Yes, please. A chai latte,” Samantha replied, nodding politely.
As the barista walked away, Samantha gently leaned back in her chair, looking through the window, as she looked up to the sky. It was cloudy like it would start raining in the next minute. Immediately, she looked into her bag to see if she had taken an umbrella with her, but she didn't.
James Harrison was already on his way, an hour before the time Samantha scheduled. But was stocked in Unusual traffic.
Knowing how much he dislikes being late, besides that, keeping a lady waiting is something he wouldn't do deliberately in any circumstances. He is a man of rules and standards.
It was already past the scheduled time, at this rate he was already losing patients. Immediately he told Henry, his assistant who was sitting right next to him in the car, to make an urgent call to his secretary, for an immediate arrangement for his sports bike. He just couldn't wait any longer.
Henry did as instructed, and not long after the bike arrived at the exact location they were at that moment. As he came down from the car, Henry handed a brown envelope that contained the contract to him.
James, in his tailored leather jacket and darn jeans, stood for a second as he took a brief look at his Ducati Panigale V4. The crimson body of the black sports bike gleamed under the streetlights.
The deep, throaty growl of the Ducati Panigale V4 echoed through the narrow streets as James Harrison maneuvered his sleek black sports bike through the city. His helmet reflects the eye-catching glow of passing storefronts.
Rain started drizzling, as he navigated through the bustling streets. Now the rain started falling heavily, but this didn't stop him. He kept on driving as he skillfully weaved between cars. Riding his bike wasn't just for riding sake nor catching up with time, it was his way of keeping his head clear, more like a moment of freedom and peace with himself. His destination lay closer, a quiet café located at the center of the bustling city.
He was already soaked from the rain as he approached the café he slowed down, as the powerful engine of his bike shifted to a low rumble. Outside, a few people sat down on the small outdoor table, slowly sipping their coffee. Immediately he stopped the bike conversations momentarily pausing as the people outside turned to look at the arresting figure on the sports bike.
He swung his leg over the bike and removed his helmet, he looked round trying to scan the entrance of the café. He walked towards the entrance door and ran his hand through his tousled hair before placing the helmet under his arm. as he walked into the café.
Samantha, who presently was operating her phone with full concentration. Suddenly the bell above the café door chimed softly, as James walked into the room his strong presence filled the room everyone started in amazement. Samantha, who felt a strong presence filling the whole room, looked up facing the entrance door and she saw a tall stunning young man, with a defined yet soft face, piercing eyes, and a well-shaped nose.
She looked further as she noticed water dripping down from his hair, rolling down to his sharp jawline. Her eyes moved gently to his perfectly shaped lips, they were full and soft-looking. His lower lip was slightly fuller than the upper, while the faint dimples on his both checks added to the balanced equation.
He paused, standing beside the entrance door in his tailored leather jacket and darn jeans, his piercing eyes moving slowly like he was searching for someone. Eyes were still fixed on him, as a lot of ladies sitting in the room wished he was here for them. Samantha was still analyzing his look when she noticed someone walking towards the table where she was seated.
She looked up just to see James standing before her. She looked at him with surprise. She didn't even wait to listen to what he had to say, and immediately he got to her table
“I guess you got the wrong table,” she said, reaching out for her phone in her bag.
“Sorry, are you Samantha?”. He asked politely.
“Yes I am, and you are ?” she asked looking at him in surprise
“I'm James Harrison”. He said reaching out for the chair facing her, he sat down.
And before she could start bombarding him with all sorts of questions he already started giving her detailed explanations to every question he had presumed she was going to ask.
But he started first with a sincere apology for keeping her waiting, not bringing up any excuses whatsoever not even stating the fact that maybe because it started raining or the traffic made him end up coming late. Neither of these was stated by him, which for Samantha was a good first impression.
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