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.”
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