Infatuation
D A W N
It wasn’t common for tourists to be walking around town. The small hotel she lived next to was mostly used by people of her own country, the tiny Caribbean island of Puerto Rico, for family vacations and such. The few “gringos” who stayed there didn’t wander, they’d just go to the beach that was a couple of minutes worth of walking form the hotel, or take a taxi up to the more civilized, and therefore interesting for them, areas.
She found it strange as she was walking down the street to the market, when she saw a man, who clearly was far from home, wandering around looking lost. She looked at him in wonder, trying to guess if he was a “gringo” or a non-American. He looked American enough, she decided, so she walked up to him to offer some help. Thankfully, she was well versed in the English language.
“Are you lost?” She asked him kindly, her thick Spanish accent making it a little difficult for the man to understand.
He smiled at her, embarrassed, “a little, actually,” he replied, scratching the back of his head nervously.
“Where are you trying to get to?” She asked, taking the chance to slyly check the man out. His accent identified him as English instead of American. He was very handsome, with beautifully pink lips, bright blue eyes, and long curly hair. A rare sight in this island.
Unnoticed to her, he was also enjoying the sight. She was a beautiful girl, with lovely tan skin, beautiful brown eyes and luscious, black curly hair. He noticed how lovingly her clothes hugged her figure, she had an amazingly small waist, accompanied by curvy hips that were beautifully accented by a large bum. Studying her face though, he decided it best to stop his staring as she seemed young. “Well, I was trying to get back to the hotel I’m staying at, but I can’t seem to find my way back,” he told her, hoping she’d take him to the place. He was tired of walking, and needed some private time to get rid of some unwanted emotions.
“Oh, you almost made it without my help, if you keep going straight you’ll get there in about 10 minutes,” she replied with a smile.
He thanked her profusely as he felt his stress relieve a little. He reached out for her arm to stop her before they parted ways, curious, “May I know your name, Miss?”
“Joselyn.”
He had to think about it for a minute, cause the name was pronounced differently than he was used to. “Joslyn?” He asked, to make sure. She giggled, he’d definitely butchered it.
“Close enough, um… your name?”
“I’m Harry,” he informed as he admired her gorgeous figure slowly turn around to walk away from him.
“Well then, close enough, Harry.” She walked away with a shy smile on her face, thinking about the blue eyes she’d surely never see again.
