He was very distracting. Cara wasn’t sure if anyone else in the bar was having the same problem she was in taking her eyes off of him, but it was hard. She had come to the bar with some friends from work to let loose and feel good, but when he entered the building, he immediately caught her attention. Shocking red hair contrasting pale white skin. All black thin material accentuating every muscle and curve in his body. His eyes were piercing and inviting at the same time.
Cara swallowed the contents of her glass and got up from her seat and her friends. As she walked, she straightened her dress and calmed down her heart. He looked up as she approached.
“Hey, my name is Cara.” He smiled.
“Just saw you sitting here alone, and I wanted to ask you something,” she gestured to him. “You look so—so different than anyone else in this place. There’s something about you, and I’m curious. Why this look?”
He chuckled and motioned for her to take a seat.
“Do you always approach strange people in bars and ask them these questions?” Cara raised an eyebrow.
“I’m a pretty bold person. What about you?”
“I’m a firm believer in the theory that if you feel confident, you will be confident,” the guy said. “Black gives confidence.”
“Really? Is that a fact?” Cara asked.
“It is,” he smiled. “You don’t think about it a lot, but when you want to feel slimmer or sexier, you dress in black. When you want to feel more professional or be taken more serious, you wear a dark color. Most likely that color will be black. You yourself are proving my point fantastically. Might I add that you look amazing in that little black dress.”
Cara felt herself starting to blush, but she did what she could to push it down. She smirked instead.
“Why did you pick that dress? A black one?” Cara leaned forward putting her elbows on the table.
“Why don’t you tell me?”
“I think that you had a hard week, and you realized that today, everything that happened to you this week made you feel less confident in yourself and less sure of who you really are. So, you wanted to come out tonight, but you wanted that confidence again. When you put on that dress, you felt it. You felt amazing. You look amazing.”
Cara couldn’t stop the blushing now. He had nailed it. She cleared her throat.
“So, are you some sort of shrink or something?” He laughed and shook his head.
“You think I look like a shink? I simply know people. I know what people think of me when they see me.”
“They’re afraid of you,” Cara said.
“You think so?”
“Yeah, because I would be afraid you if I saw you in another setting. All black. The leather. Intense eyes. You may wear this because of confidence, but you also wear this to scare people away.”
“Intimidate,” he corrected. “Not scare. You wanted to be alone, and you weren’t expecting someone like me to come and change that,” Cara said grabbing a napkin from the side of the table and pulling a pin from her purse. She scribbled down her number and slid the napkin to him. He grabbed it slowly as she stood. She walked to his side and leaned over to whisper in his ear. “I don’t scare easily.”
A sly smile crept on his lips as Cara walked away. He folded the napkin and tucked it in his pocket.