Clair was in her bedroom in front of her full length mirror annoyed with what she had chosen to wear. It wasn’t a bad outfit it just didn’t look like a date outfit. Because of her profession, and because of Jonny, besides jeans and t-shirts Clair only had two absolute looks, dress black for her concerts and skank club gear for Jonny’s concerts. Somehow neither one seemed appropriate. Not that she knew what Sergei would consider appropriate. She couldn’t help but to wonder about him and their meeting.
Sergei hadn’t even blinked oddly when he had calmly asked her what she had seen. As if he were accustomed to dealing with people with extra sensory perceptive gifts. Their phone call last night had been brief but not once had he even implied that he thought her repeated fainting spells had been odd.
He had called around 8 last night, very respectful of her time. Clair had been sitting at her piano going through her paces. She had literally been thinking of him and wondering if he would actually call. Part of her hoping he would and part of her hoping he wouldn’t. The contrast made her uncomfortable. She had been lost in thought when the ringing phone made her jump.
“Hello Clair, how are you?” he had casually answered when she had said hello.
“I’m fine.” She had been at the piano, of course. For whatever reason, the day after she had met Sergei she had started a new piece. She was sure it was just coincidence. She needed to rationalize the things that she felt when she thought about Sergei. Meeting him had been pretty impactful in a way she didn’t want to deal with. She had slowly fallen for Jonny and previous guys. A little flirting at a music event, a date or two. Then eventually they got intimate.
This was different. Sergei spoke to her in ways she didn’t know she had places to speak from. It was maddening she went from anxiousness, to excitement, to blind terror.
“That’s good to hear, we still on for tomorrow night or have you come to your senses and changed your mind?” Sergei said rather cautiously.
Despite herself Clair had chuckled a little under her breath. “Should I come to my senses and change my mind?”
He had paused for a moment or two as if he were actually thinking about it. “Well, Clair, I’m not an easy boy to get along with, you got a taste of that a few days ago. I know that you never actually instigated this so I don’t hold you accountable for going out with me. I’d like a chance to get to know you and you seem like a person worth knowing Clair.”
“Clairvoyance.” She had said instantly surprising herself because she never asked anyone to call her Clairvoyance.
She heard a low whistle from the other end of the line. “My Lord, that’s a god-awful first name, no wonder you go by Clair. Do you really want me to call you that?”
Immediately embarrassed Clair held her warm forehead in her hand. “No, I guess I wanted to see if you would go running for the hills.”
He chuckled a little this time. “Honestly Clair, if you turn out to be as much woman as I think you are, it would take wild horses to drag me away.”