As I rounded the corner I spotted the girl I had just met leaning over the wall with a camera in her hand. She was concentrating hard on the small digital screen and was oblivious to everything going on around her. The viewing balcony was quiet, but there was still little space at the walls edge itself. I stood for a moment watching her, stalking her from a distance. I couldn't decide whether to approach her again or make may way past her and onto the next section to look at the views to the north of the city. I made the decision that was acting in both of our best interests, obviously.
I walked cautiously up behind Stephanie and strained my neck into the bend between her shoulder and neck. “Whatcha’ doing?” I whispered.
“HOLY SHIT!” She recoiled with a start. “What the hell do you think you are doing sneaking up on me?” She glared over at me.
“Whoa, sorry mate. I diddn’t mean to scare you.” I apologised.
“Jesus, I don’t know what is normal on the other side of the
I instinctively began following her through the door. I could see that she was not at all happy with me but for some reason this intrigued me, it was not the first time. I had once found myself being chased through the streets of
“You know you’re kind of rude.” I observed with a smile.
“Yeah, well you’re kind of creepy.” She replied, pressing the elevator button.
I stepped back and took a deep breath, this one was tricky. “You know, I think we have got off on the wrong foot, don’t you? Why don’t I buy you lunch, I know this great place over looking the park.”
“How about you don’t.” She snarled back at me. She glared into my eyes as the elevator door binged closed.
That was it, I had blown it with quite possibly the most beautiful girl I had ever come across, I had no luck in love. I went back outside and stood for another few minutes looking out across the city. I couldn’t find any inspiration, my mind was too distracted with images of Stephanie, and the inevitable regret that I hadn’t played it cooler and at least got her number.
After picking up a burger and some fries, I made it back to the office within the hour. I walked across the lobby to the elevator. Pressing the button for the 50th floor I took the final sip of my orange soda.
“Venereologist!” Mike shouted over to me as I approached our office.
“What?” I asked, a confused look on my face.
“The medical title for a penis doctor is Venereologist. I found it on Wikipedia mate.”
“Time well spent while I have been gone then Mike, as usual.” I smiled.