“So do you live nearby?” she asked me.
She was stunning and I couldn’t believe when she sat down at my table at the Starbucks and starting talking to me. “Yes, just a few blocks from here,” I answered.
“Oh, so you live in the city center,” she said.
“Yes. What about you?” I asked.
“Actually, I live in the suburbs,” she answered.
“And what brings you into the city?” I asked.
“Do you remember that downpour a few days ago?” she asked. “Well, the roof at my apartment leaked and the workers are out there today to assess the damage.”
“That’s a bummer,” I said.
“Indeed,” she responded. “My landlord is supposed to call me to let me know when they can begin to repair the roof.”
Her phone rang. “It’s my landlord,” she said to me. Then into her phone, “Hello? Yes. Tomorrow? Three days? Okay. Thank you.”
She looked back over at me. “Well, I guess I’ll have to find an Airbnb to stay at for the next three or four days.”
“You can stay at my place here in the city,” I said.
“Are you serious?” she asked, a look of astonishment on her face.”
I was sure she thought I was crazy. “Look, I know we just met, but you’re a damsel in distress and I’d love to be your knight in shining armor. My place has two bedrooms and I promise I’ll be a perfect gentleman.”
A beautiful smile graced her face. “Not too perfect, I hope,” she said. She stuck out her hand. “My name is Guinevere.”
“Nice to meet you, Guinevere,” I said. “My name is Arthur. But my friends call me King.”
Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Saturday Mix Opposing Forces prompt. The words are “suburbs” and “city center,” and “repair” and “damage.”