So we decided to visit Atlanta. Strange how I have to go through this city to get to school, but I’ve never really been to it. It’s actually pretty decent…I mean, not bad for a city. But too much ratchetness, and quite frankly, I ain’t about that life. (lol…that sounds so ratchet! =D ) Anyway, so here we are in Atlanta, Yvonne and I; two college students taking a break from the busy student life. I’m Stacy by the way đ
Being the mildly egocentric individual that I am, I had persuaded Yvonne that we had to stay in one of those $150/night hotels. She had looked at me and laughed, until she realized I was being serious. She suspected that I had something up my sleeves, as I was never really the type to spend so much money on a hotel room. I said even if it’s just for two nights, then we can be able to tour the city during the day. Thinking I wouldn’t follow through with the plan, Yvonne agreed to it. That look on her face when I brought out my card to pay for both nights! =D We got up really early the next morning, and began our pre-booked tour of the city. We visited the CNN Center, the World of Coca Cola, the Georgia Dome, Aquarium, we went to the High Museum, and ended up dining at some fancy restaurant a few blocks from our hotel. But it didn’t happen that fast…
We had indeed spent the day touring the city, taking pictures, flirting with some, ignoring others, and the day had been terrific! We arrived at our hotel at about 6:00pm, and we were starving! Yvonne had said we should stop by the hotel restaurant, but I had insisted we go some other place fancy, after all, this was probably our last night in Atlanta. Reluctantly, she had agreed. We spent the next hour showering, and putting on makeup for the night (my idea). I was about to get into my dress when I heard a knock on the door. No one requested room service… The hotel staff at the door suddenly had his tongue tied, tugging at his bow tie as if it was on too tight. “What’s this?” I asked again. “It’s a uh um…it’s uh umm uh uhhh…de uhhh for uhh” and then finally, “you.” I took the box from him, and picked up the $20 bill lying on the table, and handed it to him. He couldn’t even say thank you, it was like he went into shock or something.
I closed the door behind me. “What was that about?” Yvonne called from the dresser. “Apparently, I have a package,” I wasn’t exactly sure myself. “Well, did you order anything? Did you ask the boy who it was from? Cos it could have been sent in error you know.” I sat on the bed, still staring at the box, “well, I guess. The boy looked really distressed, he could barely speak.” Yvonne laughed, “and I wouldn’t suppose that had anything to do with the fact that you had no clothes on.” “Don’t you raise your eyebrow at me,” I hissed, “he knocked on the door at the wrong time.” Yvonne just laughed and shook her head, “so typical of you. Well open it.”
I opened the box, and it was the most gorgeous sweetheart cut dress ever. It was covered in black sequins, and it looked so elegant! Yvonne and I stared straight at each other as our jaws dropped. There was a note in it: “I had guessed you’d be a size zero when I first saw you. Hope I’m right -David.” My heart was on some fast and furious ish!!!! Who on God’s green earth was David? I hadn’t met any David throughout my time here, this was room 520, I was a size zero, and the only size zero in the room for that matter. I turned to the other side of the note, it had an address, and a table number scribbled on it. It was the restaurant down the street. I was scared, but excited at the same time. It could have been some serial rapist or murderer, but the mystery was just too sensual. I mean, he didn’t even have to hide his name; whoever this guy was, his mystery game was 100% yo!
The dress was perfect! And I couldn’t get over the fact that it was such a luxurious black. I rummaged through my luggage for my strappy heels and purse. Well, I guess it’s an all-black night tonight then. Fragrance, finishing touches, and within 10 minutes, we were seated at the fancy Italian restaurant down the road. Turns out we needed reservations to get in, and who knew we already had reservations; Table 3.
It was set for just two, and the person who made the reservation wasn’t going to be joining us, so it was just for Yvonne and I. I was uneasy throughout the entire dinner, but struggled to maintain my calm, and composed air. Then it happened…