Andante, Andante

They woke up the next day, at the crack of dawn. They had kissed, but their chemistry fizzled out like the fire they had lit. They had kissed, there was passion in that kiss, a fire, but weariness took over them, like a dampener on their moment of passion, putting off the fire between. So they kissed and fell asleep, going no further.

She dropped him off at his place and left on her way home, trying to put the events of the previous night behind her. She had kissed him, and he was tender and passionate but she wasn’t sure if a night of passion would bring about a change overnight, after all does a leopard ever change its spots, or was it the zebra change its stripes. She doubted if he would change his arrogant ways overnight. She blamed the events of the night on the heat of the moment. So now it was time she moved on, not to think too much, and get ready for the day ahead of her. He had promised to take her to dinner, as gesture of gratitude, but she doubted he would keep his word.

After she dropped him off at his hotel, all he could think was her. He may have disliked her when they first crossed paths but then something changed, and it was because of the events of the night. He couldn’t shake her from his thoughts, even if he tried, even if he wanted to, and he didn’t want to. He had to see her. He felt like she had imprinted on him, casted a spell on him, if that was possible l. He wanted to meet her but first he had to fix his vehicle. 

He quickly took a shower, and took a mechanic to the place where he had left it, breathing a sigh of relief when he found it in the place where they left it. Once it was towed, he made his way to the cafe. She was having a busy day, so he found himself  a table and sat there till she got free. 

She didn’t notice him, in fact she didn’t even know he was there. She went about waiting tables, she seemed to be getting better at this, or so she thought. When it was time, she climbed on the small stage, taking the mike she began to sing as the band accompanied her...

“Take it easy with me, please 

Touch me gently like a summer evening breeze 

Take your time, make it slow 

Andante, Andante 

Just let the feeling grow

Make your fingers soft and light 

Let your body be the velvet of the night 

Touch my soul, you know how 

Andante, Andante 

Go slowly with me now..”

As she sang he felt those words resounded to him, speaking to him. She may have been a free spirit, but if he were to have any chance with her he would have to take it slow, treat her with dignity and respect, let her take her time. She was a woman who couldn’t be rushed, who shouldn’t be rushed.

She finally noticed him, as she finished her song, a little surprised to see him there, she didn’t expect to see him there, yet there he was. She felt hesitant but she was a woman of her word and she needed to keep it, as he kept his. 

He waited patiently for her shift to end. When she finally got off her shift they went to a nearby restaurant. He surprised her by being the perfect gentleman, keeping her engrossed in a conversation, which thankfully didn’t centre around him. He was not the obnoxious, arrogant fool she had expected him to be, but proved to be good company. After dinner he dropped her at her place. As he left she kissed him on the cheek. He asked if he could see her again, to which she smiled and said yes.

Over the next couple couple of days he frequented the cafe quite often, becoming a regular patron. He tried to spend as much time with her as possible, without seeming like a creepy stalker. They spent time talking and grabbing a quick bite during her breaks. In the evening, after she got off her shift, they spent time walking around town, exploring the city, finding new places to dine, taking in what the city had to offer. Each passing moment brought them closer, slowly and steadily Love was blossoming between them.

When she had her weekly off they decided to go on a picnic. While exploring the country, she had found a beautiful meadow with a little brook, far from the hustle-bustle of the city. A quiet, tranquil and beautiful place, her secret garden. They made their way through the brook, wetting their feet, splashing water over each other. The day was a perfect day for a picnic. She spread the blanket under the shade of the tree and unpacked the picnic basket as he poured wine.

They sipped the wine as they sat there under the shade of the tree. A light cool breeze wafted across their face, the sun not too intense. They took in the moment, the weather, each other’s company. He couldn’t take it any longer, he had to tell her how he felt about her, how he was falling for her. This was perfect place, the perfect situation, the perfect moment, for him to confess how he felt about her. It was now or never, no pressure, he thought to himself.

She felt herself being drawn towards him. She had detested him initially but over the course of the past days she felt drawn towards him, she felt attracted to him. Strange were the way things played out between them, how things took a turn between them.

Without a warning, she lent forward and kissed him, catching him by surprise. He moved her hair that had come on her face, courtesy of the breeze, and taking her face in his hand, he kissed her. They kissed gently at first with the passion building with every moment. They lay there continuing to kiss each other, their bodies pressed against each other, lost in the moment, letting their tongues, their hands, their lips explore each other. As their lips interlocked, their noses met, they breathed each other’s breath, which seemed to intoxicate them.

They made love to each other that afternoon, under the shade of the tree, in the cool breeze, in the meadow, with the brook providing music. And andante, andante, they began to fall in love, a start of their love story.