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I glanced down at my phone –7:02… Well, she usually runs a little late I suppose.The warm glow of the restaurant’s lighting poured through large arched windows. Inside was a low clamour of decently dressed diners enjoying their meals. It wasn’t suit-up fancy, but it was still well-known and the kind of place Lara and I would go to whenever we met up. Several years had passed since I last saw her, though her image was still vivid in my mind. With long dark blonde hair, her petite frame, large blue eyes, and a genuine smile that lit up the room, she left a lasting impression that you could never really forget.It had been a while since we’d been in the same city. Our personal lives took us all over the world, and we’d grown up in cities a continent apart. We’d met during our university days – I was (still am) a grumpy recluse who avoids the outdoors, while she was bright and saccharinely cheerful. Was? She still is, I suppose.“Heyyy!!!”I looked up, and there she was – big smile, as usual, arms stretched out. I smiled back and hugged her. She smelled familiar, not that I knew which flowery shampoo and perfume she used, but it was certainly the same as when we last met. It felt good being held, never mind it was a perfectly lovely lady holding me; it had just been a long while. “Heya. Nice tan.” I think I said it coolly. She giggled.“Thank you! I’m so happy it’s lasted this long, I was in Bali like a month ago and it’s still there!”“I saw the Insta pictures, looked like a good time.”“It was! Sorry I’m late by the way, but we should go in, I’m starving. Hope I didn’t keep you waiting.”I laughed.“The wait was worth it. It’s good to see you again Lara.” With that, she took my hand and pulled me in. She was always forward, something I appreciated greatly about her.A waiter welcomed and led us to our table when we went in. She took off her coat, revealing a lacy, form-fitting, peach dress underneath. Despite the high neckline and covered shoulders, the dress Ankara bayan escort perfectly boasted her natural curves and petite body. As usual, you could catch the nearby men in the restaurant stealing a peek as she settled into her chair. We started discussing the menu and how many appetizers we’d order on top of our mains. Naturally, we decided on three, and after the waiter took the orders, we got to catching up.I started: “How was your flight? You got in earlier today right?”“Yeah! It was like fourteen hours or something, but I was able to catch a nap for most of it so I’m super jet-lagged. Hope you’re ready for a late night!” A sound escaped me that was somewhere halfway between a laugh and a groan. A late night with Lara usually meant enough drink to wipe out an elephant. She was a few years older than me, but in spirit, the opposite rang true.“I don’t know about myself, but I think for once my wallet might be.”“Oooh, if that’s the case, let me get the waiter.”“Bold move, getting started this early.”“We’ll have to if we’re gonna get what I have planned for this evening.”“You’ve got the evening planned? Maybe I’m not so ready…”“Oh, you’d better be.” She said slyly.Lara changed the topic: “So how’ve you been getting on? Are you back in Toronto on your own? Where’s Leah?”I scratched my head sheepishly. “Ehh… We split up a month ago actually. I forgot I hadn’t told you about that.” Lara went through a series of expressions – first, surprise because Leah and I had been dating for several years, which played a part in my moving across the Atlantic. They’d gotten to know each other through the odd video call. Then curiosity – for someone who just got out of a long term relationship, I seemed almost indifferent about it. And for a very brief moment, I could swear I noticed a wry smile, which immediately transformed into concern.“Oh my god, I’m so sorry to hear about that! Are you okay? What happened?”“Yeah, Escort bayan Ankara no worries Lara, I’m fine. Honestly, it was a few years coming. We always got along really well as friends, but the chemistry just didn’t click. I think we both really wanted it to work out, but at the end of the day you can’t force a jigsaw piece to fit without ruining the puzzle, can you? Besides, it’s not like we were married.”I paused, thought about what I said for a moment, and then continued: “Err… I didn’t mea…”“No no, it’s okay, that was years ago, and I totally get what you mean haha. Well, if that’s the case, I think it’s more of a reason to get started early!” She flagged over the waiter and ordered a bottle of wine along with two cocktails. I shifted nervously, remembering her broken engagement and directed the conversation towards the string of lacklustre men with the misfortune to fall in love with someone whose heart wasn’t available.We chit-chatted about the past several months or so since our last video call. My life was more a mystery to her than the other way around. She posted her escapades with her friends on Instagram often enough, whereas I liked to stay under the radar. The food and drink came in a timely manner and conversation flowed. We shared, we laughed, we drank, two old friends catching up and before we knew it, an hour and a half had gone by, and we had finished our desserts, multiple cocktails, and a full bottle of wine.As we settled the bill, I asked: “So, what’s next for tonight Lara? Bar or club?”“Well, we could go to a club…” She paused. But why? She twirled her hair around her finger, and I felt her leg brush up against mine under the table. My heart skipped a beat. I definitely didn’t imagine it. But she did like to tease.“How about we go to the bar at my hotel and see where things go from there? It’s on the rooftop and it’s got a great view of the city!”I felt her touch going higher. It wasn’t Bayan escort Ankara her leg. The cheeky minx slipped off one of her shoes as her foot traced the inside of my thigh. She beckoned me closer, and whispered in my ear:“Y’know, this is the first time we’ve both been single and in the same place.”The playfulness already had me stirring, but now I was fully solid, and Lara lightly grazed over my bulge and gave me a wink. I could feel my pulse quicken – of course, I fantasized – she was Lara. She sang, she danced, her smile made the worst days wonderful. There’s no way this is happening…“Hotel bar it is then! Sounds very fancy.” We rose from our seats (myself a little less smoothly), and Lara grabbed my arm and led the way. —The lights of the city’s skyline shone brightly against the night. Towering skyscrapers and bustling traffic surrounded us as we clinked glasses and celebrated the evening. Despite the view, the bar was fairly quiet, with small groups of well-dressed professionals scattered around. Lara and I were leaning against a railing, admiring the glory of human civilization. One of her fingers trailed up my arm, and she asked me coyly:“So, you never went into what you meant when you said you and Leah didn’t click.”I laughed – she read me like a book. But two can play at that game. “Well, we didn’t really have the same interests… You know how I spend a lot of time on my computer and such.”“Uh-huh. And so you broke up with your girlfriend of eight years because she didn’t like that you spent too much time on the computer?”“Yeah sounds about right.”“Fuck off if you expect me to believe that.”“Really? You wouldn’t get annoyed if I were constantly glued to a screen? Well, what do you think the issue was?”“Well, why would I ask if I already knew?” Lara pouted, but it was one of tho- ughh god she was gorgeous and my patience was running thin. I relented.“Okay fine – she didn’t like sex as much as I did. We really tried to make it work, and by the end of it we were doing it once a month. And it honestly just felt depressing when we did do it. It’s such a stupid thing but at the end of the day…”Lara took and held my hand empathetically: “You had needs, and she couldn’t provide. No, I understand. It really sucks that’s what caused it.”
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