Morning all. I hope you are having a smashing week. It feels like it has flashed by. But Monday holidays always do that for me. Admittedly I did need the holiday so I will accept the aftermath. But we have a morning prompt waiting for us so let’s see what stories come out. Timers set and off we go.
Oh why do I feel that something is going to happen at the perfume counter our besotted George does not expect? No clue what that is yet, but I think that is where the story will go. Could be fun to write. Just have to wrap up a few short stories before I jump into another, but I think this one might make the list of ones to write out.
Thursday, May 28th: She wore expensive perfume.
She wore expensive perfume. That was all he knew about her. It seemed so little. He saw her from across the room. Saw her smile, heard her laugh and knew he had to find out more. He made his way through the crowd and drew close. Close enough to inhale her scent without seeming creepy.
He couldn’t name the perfume but he knew it was expensive. It smelled expensive. Luxurious. Before he could make his introductions he was jostled and turned to see who bumped into him. An older gentleman tripped on the leg of a stool someone moved at the wrong time. Questions of concern, apologies all around and then George turned back to find the woman gone, her scent still lingering in the air.
He inhaled and then scanned the room like a hound looking for a trail to follow. He saw her across the room, briefly. George moved in that direction but the crowd kept swallowing her up. He would catch a glimpse but then when he tried to move across the room towards her, she would vanish in a wave of people.
He knew it wasn’t deliberate, it was simply a crowded room. ‘Too crowded,’ he thought. He was certain somewhere a fire marshal was gnashing his teeth. It felt deliberate though to him as he never caught more than a few flashes of her and the occasional scent of her perfume.
Then the evening was over. The room started to clear and he could tell, she was gone. He made his way to the door, thoughts circling in his head. He would find her, he had to. He felt like Prince Charming in one of those fairytales children read. Although he wasn’t armed with a single shoe but a scent.
‘I also know the events coordinator.’ He reminded himself. He wasn’t certain how fairytale princes ran their affairs but this event had a guest list. He just had to find the right way to ask after her so that he didn’t sound like a stalker. It would take some thought as he knew he would have only one shot. For now, he would identify the perfume. That would give him something to do while he figured out his approach.
He knew Kaitlyn guarded all guest list’s fiercely so he would need to be careful, to prove that he needed the name for reasons other than being smitten with her laugh and smile from across the room. Kaitlyn was not one of nature’s romantics. But He knew if he gave her a good enough reason, she would humor him. After all they had known each other for years and she knew he was not some sort of creeper.
For now, there was the perfume. He could still smell it in his mind if he tried. He knew he had to mark down the details so it would remain fresh in his mind and not be supplanted by some other scent once his search began.
Ten til Midnight 