Can’t keep on running away: Chapter 3

It's been three days since I first met her, Spencer Carlin. God! Even her name was beautiful and sexy, unfortunately that’s all I knew about her. Yeah, Ashley if you didn’t get tongue tied like that, you might know her more than just a name.

Thinking of that day I must look like an idiot. I was just standing there looking into her eyes and stuttering. And to top it all, last night when I was making a blueprint, I was preoccupied with her. I couldn’t focus on my job. And now I am in the elevator and wrap up in her again. Ugh! I hate myself for being like this.

I didn’t know why I was so attracted to her. Me as a 25-year-old woman, I could say I’d seen tons of beautiful girls and women. But Spencer was different. She made me feel something the moment our eyes locked.

“Ashley??”  Huh? Is someone saying my name? I turn around and see a girl I didn’t know. I look at her trying to recall my memory. I can’t see her face clearly because she’s wearing black cap and Ray ban aviator sunglasses. Maybe she had classes with me at Princeton or something.

Ashley:         Sorry, I don’t intend being rude but have we met before? With that she smiles and takes off her sunglasses.

Spencer:       It’s me, Spencer. We met at Kyla’s cafe. Remember?