Writing Prompt: Romance
(A stranger texts the wrong number, and accidentally sends you a declaration of love. The message is so sweet and heartfelt that you know you can’t let it go.)
Dear Hopeful, typed Amber, thinking carefully about her response.
Your email was a surprise! I don’t know you, and I’m pretty sure you don’t know me. Somehow, you got the wrong email address. I hope you find the right one, , because–well, this email is so sweet, and you’ve written it so well, that I think I would enjoy getting to know you.
And maybe you could let me know if/when you find this lucky girl :).
Holy cow, I’m so embarrassed! I’m really sorry! You must think I’m a real loser. My face is, like, BEET red right now! I’m glad. you can’t see me! I promise to let you know how this all turns out.
Amber told her office co-worker about the misplaced email, and the answers that had gone between herself and Rick. Lucy, her close friend as well as co-worker, was horrified! “Amber, what were you thinking? He could be some kind of stalker guy, using this wrong address thing to find vulnerable women! Don’t you realize that a hacker can figure out where your computer is just from your email address? You should change it, right away!”
Amber smiled. She loved her friend, but she just had a good feeling about Rick. “I’ll take my chances, Lu,” she smiled. “My spidey senses tell me he’s a really nice guy.”
“Spidey senses! Ridiculous! You’re crazy, and I hope you don’t come to work dead one of these days! Well, you know what I mean. This could be so dangerous, Amber. Really!”
Amber waited until she was locked in her apartment before she checked her email. There he was! She opened the email, and read,
Hi, Amber! I thought you’d want to know that I talked to the girl I thought I was emailing, and she dumped me like I was a snake or something. I guess she doesn’t return my interest 😦 Well, that’s the end of that, I guess. Disappointed, but life goes on.
Rick, I’m sorry. You need someone to talk to?
Amber, are you serious? I could be a stalker or something, you know!
Hmmmmm. I don’t think so, but we could meet somewhere public, like a park or a coffee place. I work near “Cool Beans.” Do you know where that is?”
Sure, I work near there, too. Tomorrow, noon–we could do lunch?
Sure. I’ll bring my friend, ok?
Yes, and so will I. Good idea :). See you then!
“NO! I will NOT encourage you in this craziness! Absolutely not!”
“Okay, fine, I’ll just go by myself then.”
Lucy sighed. “Oh good grief! You can’t, Amber. You just can’t! TWO guys you don’t know? Ugh! Okay, I’ll go. But you owe me BIG!”
Amber and Lucy walked into Cool Beans at 12:05. There were two nervous-looking guys standing just inside the door, hands in pockets, reminding Amber more of a couple of kids who’d been caught taking cookies from the cookie jar rather than someone waiting for a blind date. And that observation comforted her somewhat. They looked–well, just kind of innocent.
Introductions, where to sit, what to order–all those things took up precious time, in Amber’s opinion. She had to remind herself that this was just a meet and greet, not a DATE! Lucy and James, (James please, not Jim!) seemed to be chatting away, at ease in a short period of time. Amber and Rick, sitting across from each other, occupied their time with not-so-subtle glances each wanting to take the other’s measure but shy about doing so.
Finally, Rick laughed a little. “Amber, this is awkward. We need to be comfortable if we’re going to be able to talk, and it seems we’re both kind of shy. Why don’t you ask me something? Something about the girl I thought I was emailing, for instance?”
Amber thought while she sipped her coffee. Rick’s eyes were trained on her now, not shifting away. He had great eyes, the grey kind that she was pretty sure would change color with the color of his shirt or tie. He had full, straight brows, not too hairy. She hated that. His hair was somewhere between brown and black, curling just a bit on his collar and around his ears. Naturally wavy, lucky guy. He had a good smile, and a strong jaw and chin. Taking all this in, Amber finally said, “Okay, how long had you and email-girl been dating?”
Rick ducked his head a little, but then brought his gaze right back up. Amber was for sure easy on the eyes, he thought. Wonderful hair, thick and straight like a shampoo model. He wondered what it smelled like. Shaking that thought away, he said, “We’d been seeing each other for nearly a year. I thought we were really good together, but I guess she didn’t. I haven’t seen or spoken with her since that embarrassing email.”
“Rick, why did you think it was a good idea to use an email for a declaration of love?” Amber’s almost-purple eyes were serious, not mocking, as she held his gaze.
Rick huffed out a sort-of-but-not-really laugh. “”Pretty dumb, huh? James told me I was an idiot, acting like a junior high kid. He said that at least I hadn’t put any boxes like ‘check this box if you love me too.’ He told me I needed to man up, and it looks like he was right. I was just–I don’t know, shy, scared, nervous, I guess. Didn’t want to face her if she didn’t return my interest.”
When Amber smiled, a dimple winked at the corner of her mouth. “So, you really weren’t sure? I’m guessing you weren’t sure of yourself, either, how you felt about her. Right?”
Rick was staring at the dimple, and took a moment to respond. “Uh–yeah, I guess so. I mean, I haven’t cried myself to sleep or anything,” he said with a grin. “Not suicidal, not starving myself or anything. So honestly? I really don’t know for sure what was going on. Like James said, junior high stuff.”
It was time for Amber and Lucy to get back to work, and the guys agreed that they needed to get going too.
On the walk back to their building, Lucy said, “So, did you get each other’s numbers? Will he call you?”
“Yeah, we did. And yeah, I think he will. He’s a nice man. Not creepy at all. How about you? Seemed like James and you hit it off right away!”
“We did. We’re going out to dinner tonight. Remember when I said you’d owe me for coming with you today? Well, call it even. I have a feeling that you paid up already!”