He was always having lunch by himself every time she went to the cafeteria. She would pass his table and he would look up. Their eyes would meet and then she would smile. He smiled back and she continued walking until she reached the table where she usually sat with Angie, her co-worker.
On day, Angie wasn’t there, so she was sitting at the table alone. She was about to tuck into the Fettuccine with Spinach, Ricotta, and Grilled Eggplant when she heard someone ask, “May I join you?”
She looked up and her heart leapt when she saw that it was him. Up close, he really was very attractive. He had beautiful eyes and a pleasant face. “Sure,” she said.
He pulled out the chair opposite her and sat down. “That looks really good,” he said, looking at her plate.
She nodded. “Yes, it does. I couldn’t decide between it and the BBQ Chicken Salad.” He was having the Greek Yogurt Chicken Salad Sandwich which looked very appetizing. She made a mental note to try it the next time it was on the menu.
“How long have you been working at the company?” he asked.
“For a year and a half.”
“Really?” He sounded surprised. “How come I haven’t seen you before?”
“It’s only recently that I started coming to the cafeteria to have lunch. I eat at my desk until my co-worker encouraged me to have it here instead.”
He smiled. “You must thank your co-worker for me,” he said. “I wouldn’t be having lunch with you now if it weren’t for him or her.”
“Her. What about you? How long have you been working here?”
“About five years.”
“Which department are you from?”
“Engineering. And you?”
“Marketing.”
“What’s your name?”
“Samantha. My friends call me Sam.”
“Graham. May I ask you a question?”
“Sure.”
“Are you seeing someone?”
She shook her head. “No.”
“I’m not seeing anyone either.”
The rest of their time together went pleasantly now that they were each aware that the other was not already in a relationship. He asked her questions about herself and she learned that he was the fourth of six children. His mother was Argentinian and his father was British. He still had relatives in Italy and visited them every year in the summer. He used to play soccer but stopped when he turned thirty. In his spare time he liked to watch sports, especially English football or going for long walks or spending time with his family or playing video games with his nephews. They shared the same birthday in November and love for classical movies, art, food and travel.
Then it was time to go back to work. “Will you have lunch again with me tomorrow?” he asked as they cleared the table.
She nodded. “Yes. I’ll be here at the usual time.”
He walked with her to the elevator. “It was really nice meeting you, Sam.”
“It was really nice meeting you too, Graham.”
The doors to the elevator opened and she stepped in.
“See you tomorrow,” he said.
“See you tomorrow.” The doors closed and she was on her way back to her cubicle.
Suffice to say, she couldn’t wait for the following day to come. This time she was there before him. “Sorry,” he apologized. “I had a meeting at eleven. I rushed out of there as soon as it was over.”
“I got here a couple of minutes ago,” she told him. They went to buy lunch and sat at his table which was in a better area. She had a salad and a chicken burger while he had soup. They talked about all sorts of things. At one point he made her laugh so hard that tears came to her eyes. She thoroughly enjoyed his company.
They met for lunch every day that week and the subsequent weeks. When her Angie returned from vacation, Samantha told her that she was having lunch with someone else. Angie was thrilled for her. “I know him and he’s a really nice guy.”
One day at lunch, he asked her, “Do you like dancing?”
She nodded. “I love it.”
“I’d like to take you out for dinner and dancing on Saturday.”
“I would like that very much,” she told him, her eyes bright with excitement. Finally, they were going to see each other outside of the cafeteria.
“Good,” he said smiling. And they continued talking and eating until it was time to go back to work.
On Friday, she gave him her address and phone number. That night she sorted out what she was going to wear and then turned in early. Saturday came, bright and sunny and she got up, her thoughts immediately falling on Graham. She wondered if he was as excited about tonight as she was. She couldn’t wait for seven o’clock to come and when it did, she was ready and waiting.
When she opened the door and saw him standing there, she couldn’t help but exclaim, “You look amazing.” He did in the black silk dress shirt and black dress pants, no tie or jacket. The top button of the shirt was undone, exposing his throat and the area just above where his chest hairs would begin. He looked sexy.
He smiled and allowed his eyes to travel slowly over her. The red cap sleeved dress fitted her nicely and flattered her coloring. The elegant black dance shoes with the low heels completed the outfit. His gaze lingered on her legs before they returned to her face. “You look beautiful,” he said, looking serious now. “I wouldn’t be able to take my eyes off you.”
She laughed. “That’s the idea,” she told him before locking the door behind her. As they walked down the hallway, she could feel him staring at her. When they were in the lift, she looked at him and her heart began to pound when she saw the expression on his face. He moved closer to where she was, his eyes lowering to her lips which had parted and for one heart stopping moment she thought that he was going to kiss her but just then the doors opened. She preceded him out of the lift on trembling legs.
It was a warm evening. The sun was going to set in about an hour. His car was parked on the street. He held the door open for her to climb in before he walked round to the driver’s side and got in. And off they went to restaurant where they served up good food and salsa for those who loved to dance. She had the Chicken Escalope while he opted for the Chimichurri Half Chicken. She ordered a virgin Pena Colada and he had Sangria made with pomegranate juice instead of wine. Like her, he didn’t drink alcohol. They talked as they ate and afterwards, they went downstairs to the nightclub where the music was pumping. Samantha was ready to let loose. After they secured a table, they went on to the dance floor.
Graham took her hand and twirled her around, their bodies moving to the pulsating Latin beat. He was a terrific dancer and made it easy for her to follow him. She watched his hips, their movement almost hypnotic and moved hers to match them. They danced for a while until she needed to take a break. While she sat down at the table to catch her breath he went to the bar and ordered two virgin Chi Chi drinks.
As they nursed their drinks, they watched other people dance. Then, they danced a couple more songs before calling it a night. It was near two in the morning when he took her home. It had been ages since she had stayed out so late and it was obvious. At the door, when they said goodnight, he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. She closed her eyes as the feel of his warm lips against her skin awoke all sorts of sensations. When he drew back, his eyes were dark. “Good night, Sam,” he said quietly.
“Goodnight, Graham.” She watched him walk away and then went inside, leaning against the door after she locked it. It had been a lovely evening, one she would always remember.
The next day, he called her and they spoke on the phone for hours before he rang off. She busied herself with housework, laundry, cooking and getting ready for work the following day. That night, she lay in bed, thinking about him and their night together. She couldn’t wait to see him tomorrow.
As soon as the time display on her monitor read 12:00, she got up from her desk and rushed down to the cafeteria. He was already there. “Hello,” he said when she joined him.
“Hello,” she said.
They went and bought their lunches and then sat down. “I wrote you a poem,” he said, pushing a neatly folded piece of paper across the table toward her. “Please don’t read it now. I shall be very embarrassed if you do.”
She smiled and put it in her handbag. “I look forward to reading it.”
They talked about their evening at the restaurant and made plans to go out again.
As soon as she got home, she took the note out of her bag and eagerly unfolded it. She didn’t get past the first couple of lines before she began to cry.
Into my boring life you came,
your beautiful smile and face I see.
My world will never the same
because of the joy you bring me.
There’s not a day that goes by
when I don’t think about you
which lifts my spirit up high
fills my heart with love anew.
Words alone cannot express
what I feel for you in my heart
They fill my thoughts to excess
but are difficult for me to impart.
I have written a poem to tell you
how much you mean to me
I hope that in time you too
Will see that we are meant to be.
She read it over and over, the page becoming a blur as the tears ran down her cheeks then she folded it and held it against her chest. I have to see him now, she thought. I have to let him know that I read this and that I love him too. Brushing aside the tears, she rushed over to the phone and called for a taxi. After hanging up, she hurried into the bathroom, hurriedly got undressed and took a quick shower. She dragged on a shirt and pair of jeans. After putting the poem in her handbag, she left the flat and went downstairs to wait for the taxi.
On the way over to Graham’s flat, she read the poem again and when the tears threatened to fall again, she put it back in her handbag. After paying the taxi driver, she ran up the steps and pushed open the doors, anxious to get to him. Thankfully, there was no one else in the lift so she went straight up to his floor. She rang the bell and waited, her heart racing. The door opened and Graham stood there, staring at her in surprise.
“Hello,” he said. “What a lovely surprise.”
“I had to see you,” she said in a choked voice.
He stepped aside for her to go in and closed the door. When he turned to face her, she was crying again and he became alarmed. “What’s the matter?” he asked.
She took out the poem and showed it to him. “I read this,” she said. “It’s so beautiful.”
“I didn’t mean for it to upset you,” he said, looking troubled.
“I’m not upset,” she told him as she put the poem back in her bag and pulled out a tissue to wipe her eyes. “I came over here to tell you that I read it and that I love you too.”
Graham’s eyes darkened and he moved closer to her. “You love me?”
“Yes, I do.” She dropped her handbag on the floor and went up to him. Reaching up, she pulled his head down to hers.
He groaned against her lips and his arms went round her waist, pulling her tightly against him as he kissed her back. They stood there for a long time, hungrily exchanging kisses. Then, he raised his head to gaze down into her upturned face. “I love you, Sam,” he said huskily. “I think I loved you the first time I saw you. When you smiled at me my heart stopped.”
“I have to remember to thank Angie for encouraging me to have lunch in the cafeteria. It changed my life.”
“And mine,” he rejoined before kissing her again.
Source: Bar Salsa
