The Appointment I put on my red lipstick, in hopes he would notice. A defined Cupid's bow and full, deep red velvet lips were sure to showcase. He stammered when I entered the room, fumbling over his words as though they tripped on their way out. I smiled and let myself breathe as he, mesmerized, forced himself to talk business as usual. I couldn't quite keep focus as he pushed his glasses up and began. We went back and forth as two might do on a dinner date. It seemed so perfect until... Of course. Time was up and his next appointment awaited, annoyingly impatient and rummaging through his things as if I had already left. He could hardly say goodnight, but it had to be done. I walked beneath the beautiful street lights and listened to "si tu vois ma mère" and deliriously strolled... Thinking of him.