Elevator Pitch

by Evelyn Leigh

My coffee is envious as I drink her in. I savor this moment and commit her to memory in case there isn’t another opportunity to admire her this closely again.

She smiles and I swear it could light up Times Square.

There’s a romance bookstore in Brooklyn. I’d like to take you there and grab lunch, of course.” She raises her brow and squints at me. “You want to buy me smut books?” “Yes.” “Paperback or hardcover?” “Anything you fucking want.”

We take a walk on the Brooklyn Bridge in time for sunset and it’s incredible.

I check myself in the mirror and realize I still have my fucking bonnet on.

Lol

Pro: He may be the perfect houseguest. Con: I think he’s trying to steal my heart. Alert the proper authorities.

“Well, if you ever meet her and she decides she likes you, she won’t let you leave until you are friends. I love that about her.” I smile to myself. “What about if she doesn’t like me?” “You’ll leave in a stretcher. There’s no in-between with her.”

His gaze never wavers and sends chills through me. I used to complain about the intensity of his stare. It was unfamiliar. It’s jarring to encounter eyes that see you clearly after years of successfully hiding in plain sight.

He chuckles. “Sunflower, I’m from Brooklyn. Ain’t shit for me to be scared of,”