Taken (11 page)

I glanced at the couple to get my mind elsewhere only that didn’t work out so well.  I still felt the charge.  However, this time I was certain it was coming directly from him.  He continued to gaze at me when suddenly I realized that he was talking.  His lips were moving, but I had no idea what he was saying.  His voice was the most soothing and comforting sound, like a song.  I had to get control of myself.

“I’m so sorry,” I spoke from an unknown strength from within, “I need you to repeat what you said.”

I could feel myself start to blush and went with it.  I obviously couldn’t be in control of myself around these people and gave up.  It’s not like I would see them again.  Plus, I wasn’t known for being the most eloquent anyway.

“Hey, no sweat.  We were hoping for a pitcher of Whistler Ale and three glasses.”  He smiled at me as if he were half relieved, almost as if he were in on a secret I wasn’t privy to.  I did my best to try to place him from either one of my dreams or possibly around Whistler but fell flat.  I was also mostly certain that I recognized a bit of excitement in his voice, but that didn’t make any sense either.  Beer wasn’t that exciting, and I surely wasn’t either.  It must have to do with whatever they were speaking about before I arrived at their table, just an interrupted conversation I wandered into.

“Sounds good. I’ll bring those right out.”  I spun around and went to the bar, excited by this new communication and secretly hoping that they would be at the restaurant all night.