“Yes, I’m okay, just a little flustered. No, I don’t need anything…” I paused a moment and looked into his eyes. WAS HE SERIOUS ? “Uhm, sure. We can go out on Saturday.” Wow, what happened to the whole ‘ignore the supermodel’ bit?
“PABLO! C’MON!” yelled the photographer in his Spanish accent, “We have Tyra to get to!”
“See you Saturday. Meet me at the Ampi at six,” he whispered in my ear as he slowly walked away.
“Bye. See you Saturday…Pablo.” I commented after him.
Did I seriously just make a date with a guy when I just met him and just learned his FIRST NAME ?! Wow, I feel like a slut. Well, he did save my life. Okay, I have to get him off my mind. But the rest of my Wednesday came and went, uneventful, thinking about Pablo. Finally, after the week dragged by, it was SATURDAY !