Farid was a little surprised by how small her apartment was, his apartment was maybe three times bigger than hers, but hers looked lived in, pictures lined the walls, stacks of DVD’s were neatly stacked on a shelf, opposite an even larger stack of books, a desk was squashed into the corner of the room where numerous files sat threatening to topple over.
“Someone takes there work home.” he said nodding to the stack.
“O erm” she seemed a little nervous as she reached for the stack and knocked a few of the flies over. “It’s usually not so messy” she said as quickly re-stacked the files.
Farid chuckled, “You know I don’t know your name.”
She smiled and stood up “Andrea, but everyone calls me Andi.”
“Andrea” he said slowly, drawing out her name.
Andi tried not to stare at him, as he tilted his head slightly and said her name again as though he didn’t think it was her name, he was so tall in her apartment, so imposing, whatever aftershave he was wearing had filled the entire room and was making her a little dizzy with the heady scent. ‘He’s engaged, he’s engaged, good as married’ she tried to tell herself, but all that warning seemed to disappear as she looked back up at him.
“Andi, it’s a beautiful name” he said slowly “I’m Farid.” He reached out his hand, and she hesitated for a moment before she put her own hand out.
He stared at her as they shook hands and it took all her will to keep eye contact, his eyes where so pretty, greenish-brown surrounded by the thickest longest lashes she had ever seen. ‘Why do guys always have the longest eyelashes they don’t even appreciate it’ she thought finally breaking eye contact.