"So, have you tried the three-layer chocolate mousse cake before?" he asked.
I turned around with a look of interest. I pulled my treat out of the small box inside my briefcase and said, "Yes, this push pop is a smaller 'to go' version of the cake. I order mine this way, because I can't afford the calories of an entire slice."
His eyes lit up, as he looked me over once again. I was becoming self-conscious under his glare. I was about to walk away again, when he said, "Would it be too much for me to ask you to share a three-layer chocolate mousse cake with me? You look like you could use a break and I could use the company."
He watched me as my mind waxed and waned between walking to my car and staying to entertain the stranger. I was sure there was something hidden behind every word he spoke; something intriguing enough to make me say, "Sure," as I studied his chiseled, tan face.
I entered Tazi's with him and soon found out the reason he had me at hello. Our personalities meshed like yin to yin and yang to yang; we had so much in common. We just clicked and before the end of the night, I was entangled in his web as well as his covers. I remember hearing Chris Brown and Jordin Sparks sing their duet, "No Air" years ago, and thinking the lyrics were stupid. I shook my head at the thought of being unable to breathe without a man. It was laughable. Something as essential as air was nonnegotiable for me… before I met Jacob Turner.
I had a fulfilling job that I enjoyed, a beautiful home, dependable car and two charming kids to boot. I was newly divorced, and my ex-husband was pretty decent at co-parenting, too. After signing my divorce papers, I vowed to spend some time enjoying the single life with the return of my maiden name, Destiny Baker. I needed time off from the thing so many people called love. I had soul searching to do. With all things considered, I couldn't figure out why, as the days passed by, it was so hard for me to breathe when I wasn't with Jacob.