Meeting With a Stranger

"I'm not really in the mood for talking tonight, give me your number and I'll talk to you tomorrow. I'll let you know where."

"I have plans for tomorrow"

"Cancel them"

This sounded seriously shady to Eleanor, obviously, and that was in addition to the rude and superior behaviour she was certainly not used to receiving from a man. She had no idea why she decided to give this jerk her real phone number, or to immediately text her agent to cancel a promising meeting with a fashion magazine the next day. Unaware of the rings supernatural power being activated, she figured something about his **** confidence must have piqued her interest.

At this point the barman came back with her drink "Are you paying for this?"

Eleanor couldn't remember the last time she had even had to be asked that question. She looked at the stranger hopefully. He had her number now, more than almost any other guy in his position ever got close to. Surely she had earned her drink?

"I'll get you a drink tomorrow"

The stranger turned away and went back to playing on his phone, an indication to Eleanor that the conversation had ended. She resentfully paid for the drink she didn't want and just hoped Beth hadn't noticed her striking out like that.

The next day Eleanor found herself knocking on the door of the hotel room the jerk from last night claimed he was staying in. Every sense she had told her this was a bad idea, a dangerous one even. She was effectively meeting him in his bedroom. She had no idea what it was that seemed to draw her to a guy that was both obnoxious and too old for her to be interested in. She had dressed fairly casually, mostly in denim with her jeans and jacket covering a black corset, which she thought looked good on her without sending out a romantic kind of vibe.

"So, can I get that drink now?"