Mrs. D
Mrs. D led me just outside the little foyer where we'd been waiting. Her car was a few feet away, and the driver's side door was still open where she had gotten out. I peered into the car and there he was: the infamous son.I'd be lying if I said I heard a choir of angels singing, or if I said a bright light shone upon him like some supernatural vision from God, but there was truly was instant attraction. He reached over from the passenger side seat to shake my hand and said, "Hey! Nice to finally meet you!"
He had the bluest eyes I'd ever seen, and from then on I was in somewhat a stupor, which is not unusual for me when faced with awkward social situations (especially involving shockingly attractive members of the opposite sex).
I said something along the lines of, "It's really nice to meet you too! I've heard a lot of good things about you, and U just love your Mom!"
Mrs. D mentioned then that Matthew was going home to California the next morning but would be back in a couple of weeks. I replied saying maybe we would see each other again when he returned, and the conversation wrapped up.
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