I saw a photo prompt on Crushed Caramels site. It’s funny how a single photograph can spark your creativity, breaking your writers block. This story just poured from me. It will have many parts to it. How many? I’m not quite sure, I’ll see how it goes, I’m just going to let my heart decide, I’m really into this story! I’m excited to see where it goes, and I genuinely hope, you are too!
The Cadillac Lounge
Lorraine stood outside the Nashville, Cadillac Lounge watching what was left of the autumn leaves fall to their inevitable death. There was a chill in the air and she shivered as the wind whipped through her hair, causing goose bumps to rise on her ivory skin. She was waiting for Dean, the man she had spoken to many, many times over the years, but had never met. It had started as a friendship, she was writing a novel and she needed an editor, she had done a ton of research and found he was the best around. They communicated back and forth, mostly about her book, but he was inquisitive and she found him charming. She had been married at the time, so she wasn’t looking for anything more than a friendship, and he offered her a supportive ear.
That was seven years ago and now, she is a widow, and Dean has managed to find his way into her heart. She, in turn, has managed to break down the walls he had built up inside after a nasty breakup left him feeling unworthy of love. He has struggled with trusting anyone with his soul again, but he couldn’t help but fall for Lorraine’s quick wit, quirky sense of humor, and incredible talent.
Lost in her own thoughts she didn’t see nor hear Dean’s approach.
“Lorraine?” He asked, startling her. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”
“Oh no, you’re fine. I should have been paying more attention.”
Dean stood there staring at her, noticing how her smile lit up her entire face, her eyes, oh those beautiful eyes. He could have sworn he saw swirls of violet mixed with blue, but he blamed it on the streetlights bouncing off the building, even still, he couldn’t help but feel entranced. After noticing her raised eyebrow he realized he had been staring for far too long. He inhaled deeply, thinking of what he could say to her that wouldn’t make him come off as creepy. “I’m sorry,” he blurted out quickly. He straightened his jacket and composed himself, speaking more slowly this time. “Forgive me, it’s just that you’re even more beautiful in person and I’m trying to figure out how that’s possible, because even in your photograph you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
She couldn’t help the enormous smile that was spread across her face. Her cheeks were flushed, and turning a little shy, she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. She let out a chuckle. “Thank you.”
He breaths a sigh of relief and flashes her a smile. He offers his arm for her to take. “Shall we?”
She smiles and nods her reply, taking his arm.
The lounge is very dimly lit, round tables form around a wooden center stage, giving the place a rustic look The tables are dressed with plum colored, linen table cloths, chandeliers of candle sticks hang above each one, casting a romantic hue across the room. The tables are adorned with a single white rose and a crystal holder holding a tea light.
Dean pulled out her chair and took off her jacket, inhaling sharply for the second time that night. He knew she heard it by the smile plastered on her face, “You’re so beautiful, I don’t know how I managed to be this lucky, I must have done something grand in a past life.”
She chuckled and shyly brushed her hair behind her ear again, not realizing that Dean was growing quite fond of that move. Taking her seat, she replied, “You flatter me, Dean.”
“Good,” he whispered, desperately trying not show how the sound of his name slipping from her lips affected him.
She looked up at him through her eyelashes, making him weak in the knees. “You’re quite the gentleman.”
He nodded. “It’s how I was raised.”
She smiled. “I admire that.”
He sighed with relief once again that night as he took the seat across from her. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so nervous. He ordered them a bottle of Lambrusco to share as they wait for Gary Clark Jr. to take the stage. He knew how much she loved him, so he surprised her with tickets for her birthday. When he realized how elated her “OMG, YOU’RE THE BEST!!!!!!! OF COURSE I’LL GO WITH YOU!!!!” was, he prayed to God to allow him to develop the skills to impress her. Now, he was thanking him for answering his prayers. .
Impressed, she is indeed, she can’t get over how smooth he is. This was a side of him she hadn’t picked up on through their emails.
She watched his long fingers slip the stem of his wine glass between them, his hand groping the bottom of the cup, she found herself growing jealous of an inanimate object. What is it about a man with big, strong hands, and long fingers? She completely ignored the fact that he had been watching her this entire time and the smirk on his face told her that he knew what she was thinking. Her cheeks grew red and she tried to hide behind her hair, until she feels a rise of confidence spike within her. She moved her fair away from her face, looked him dead in the eye and seductively whispered, “Didn’t you once tell me to savor the moment?”
Taken a back by this, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped, he allowed his eyes to roam up and down her body, he licked his lips before responding “Indeed, I did, my dear.”
She drew her gaze away from his, wanting to avoid him see the moment of doubt flash across her eyes, wondering if she went too far, but he caught it.
He smiled and placed a reassuring hand over hers, their eyes searching the others, speaking words that while both of them writers, their mouths never could. She brushed her thumb over his hand, letting him know that she felt this too.
To be continued….
I really hope you enjoy this!!
Love & life lessons,