She zoned out again. She could just barely catch his face this time. Broad shoulders, a little husky, fresh haircut, nice clothes but not pretentious.
She could just make out the sent of his cologne. She swore she knew the scent, like she’s smelt it before.
She could just barely hear his voice. Rich, strong baritone, barely audible, but she caught it.
She drank in the scene.
Wait! He’s turning his head! Her heart slowed. His head slowly turned to the left. She was about to see him, about to recognize him.
The soft chimes of an unwanted alarm began to chime. Calling her from the long awaited meeting with a her dream man.
She angrily tossed the phone. Huffing out a puff of morning breath she slide off the bed. Perhaps today would be the day. Perhaps…