I strode into a bar and grill in New York, promptly ignoring the fact that a reservation was needed. The cold outside had become too unbearable in less than ten minutes. I needed something to warm me. Or, at least, to thoroughly numb my senses to the winter chill.
"Ma'am! Ma'am, what are you doing? You can't go in there without a reservation!" I hurried my pace. I was only one booth away from a free table. So very close...
"Ma'am, don't make me throw you into the street, now." The waiter looked about nervously, knowing his job was on the line. "You need a reservation."
"But I---" I began.
"Don't get your knickers in a bunch, she's with me." A man who had gone clearly unnoticed to me waved the distraught employeed away, balled fists, tomatoe-red face and all.
"Thank you so much, I just needed to get away from the cold. Men need to know they very well cannot throw a young woman out into the frosty air, it's just... wrong!" I finished my rant with a drawn-out sigh. I was wholly exasperated, the current situation not helping any.
Finally, I noticed the appearance of the mystery man. Striking hair strewn every which way imaginable, dark, unnaturally calm eyes, and the looks of a faint smile tickling his lips. My thoughts came together to form one coherent line: "Brunette. Sexy. And a total threat..." I murmured aloud. Where did those words sound familiar?
"Hardly." He snickered at an inside joke.
"Pardon me for intruding, but I believe that I don't know your name..." I could feel the peculiar and inquiring expression on my face. He could see the pieces of the puzzle falling into place.
He smirked. "Haven't you guessed already? The name is Benjamin. Benjamin Scott," he concluded.
"I should have known with the liquor in your hand, never leave without one." I laughed. "I'm---"
"Oh, I know who you are; my goddess of sorst. You breathed life into every fiber of my being with your fingertips, weaved the fabric of my catastrophic life with ink, and gave me a soul with a black quill. For that, I thank you." He nodded slightly, ending his drunken sermon.
"No need to get sarcastic, now. 'Never tick off your author, they will kill you off.' " I quoted.
"That's not very likely and you know it." He winked at me and took a swig from his drink. "Oh, look at that, it's empty." Benjamin sighed sadly. "I best be off, after I say goodbye to my lovely goddess and before the numbness wears off."
I stood as he did. Benjamin bowed and lightly kissed the palm of my hand, the only man I have ever known of to have the audacity to do such a thing. "Goodnight, milady Evangeline, and best wishes."
I smiled and he turned to leave. "Oh, Benjamin, wait!" I called to him. He stopped in the doorway. "Don't fret, she'll fall for you in time."
And the mystery man disappeared.