“Perfection is not attainable, but if we chase perfection we can catch excellence.” –Vince Lombardi
Blowing on the spoon, I waited a few seconds for my soup to cool before slurping it down. Placing my spoon down, I focused on the engaging book I borrowed form our local library called Sellers Books and Fine Arts.
The Monuments Men: Allied Heroes, Nazi Thieves, and the Greatest Treasure Hunt in History by Robert M. Edsel, Bret Witter.
Who couldn’t enjoy this book?
It’s about these amazing and brave American and British museum directors, curators, art historians that go behind enemy lines in world war two to protect Europe’s Treasures from getting into Adolph Hitler’s selfish hands.
Taking another bite, my eyes glance guiltily at the edge of the table holding another book I had picked up. Maid of Honor Handbook: Duties, Details, and Delights by Melinda Meier.
I knew I should be doing my research on how to run Dana’s wedding without a hitch, but…. I so didn’t want too. I reach over to get another spoonful.
“Interesting selection you got there.” A man’s voice spoke softly and I instantly scold my mouth forgetting to blow on it.
I tried to surpress a grimance from the throbbing burn on my tongue and let my eyes gawk at the man before me. I know it’s dumb, but honestly, I couldn’t get a word out when staring at his piercing bright blue eyes. He was gorgeous; short black hair, strong facial structures, flawless olive skin, killer smile, and those eyes.
Could they be natural?
“Sorry,” he apologized, “I didn’t mean to break you away from your reading.”
Trying to taking a subtle deep breath, I answered, “It’s okay. I was just, um, about to start eating my soup.”
“I just notice you reading one of my recent favorite books and I just had to see how far you got,” he glanced down at the empty seat in front of me.
Instantly I waved at the chair, “You could sit down if, if, you like?” Inside I chastised myself to stop stuttering.
He nodded his head with a small smile, “Thank you. I’m Oliver Porter.” He glanced up at me waiting for me to reciprocate on the conversation. “Alexia Woods and I’m afraid I’m only in a few chapters. But it’s been a good book so far.”
“It’ll get more exciting later on. Do you like history?” He asked curiously.
I nodded my head a bit, “It’s okay, but I’m more into art history.”
“I enjoy that area of history as well.”
I asked before realizing my thought left my mind, “Are you a history teacher?”
“No,” he gave a charming laugh, “I’m just a medical doctor. But I’m a little well cultured. Have you’ve been to Metropolitan Museum before?”
I nodded my head slightly embarrassed, “I may have been there a few times.” Like seven to be exact.
“I went once for a Paul Cézanne collection. It was remark-”
Oliver gave a small sigh checking his pager and he glanced up with me with regret? “I have to take this, but would you mind if we could get together, have some dinner and talk?”
My mouth was open wide, but I shut it quickly as I said, “Yeah. I’m mean no, I don’t mind.”
Oliver smiled and wrote on a napkin his number. “I look forward seeing you again Alexia.”
I smiled back in disbelief as he left being on call. “Oh. My. God. He just asked me out.” I gave small laugh of giddiness.
The waitress came over and asked, “Can I get you anything else?”
“Yes, I like the check please.” The waitress nodded her head and left to retrieve it while I shoved the number and my two books into my bag. The waitress came back with my check and I quickly handed her a ten, “You can keep the change.”
I was in such a good mood I decided to tip big.
She beamed at me, “Thanks.” Her hazel eyes bounced up and down as she looked outside, “Ah, it’s snowing.”
“What?” I turned my head in disbelieve again.
She repeated before leaving me, “It’s snowing. I love the snow.”
I whispered as I bundle up in my coat, “I hate it.”