Nichoatra, The Love He Could Not Keep (Chapter 1 - Roderick (The Meeting), page 1 of 2)


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I did not have any reason for visiting the bank that day except to see her. As I entered the building, my heart began to race, and my palms became sweaty. But then I saw her, and my fears instantly disappeared. She looked like an African goddess.

She was attending to another customer, so I sat in the lobby, waiting for my turn to sit by her, daydreaming about how wonderful it would be to call her mine. Although I had been watching her now for about two years, I had never gotten the courage to ask her out. I knew her name, and I often dreamed of her smile, which made me feel so warm inside. But that was all I knew of her. A woman this beautiful must be married, I thought, although I hadn't seen a ring on her finger. She must at least have a lover.

That day, for some reason, I felt confident enough to strike up a conversation that I hoped would lead to finding out more about her. I watched her close her conversation with the other customer, shake his hand, and then turn in my direction. Oh my God, I thought. Here she comes! This girl is truly beautiful. She was about five-foot-eight, with just enough curves, and had a natural beauty: almond-shaped eyes, smooth skin the color of milk chocolate, and full lips that begged to be kissed. She appeared to be in her mid-twenties. As I stood up to meet her, she stretched out a hand and smiled.

"Hi, I'm Nichoatra Williams. You can call me Nicky. How can I help you today?"

I felt at a loss for words, but somehow I managed to pull out a few. "Hello, I'm Roderick Sanders … you can call me Rod," I said, fighting not to appear nervous. "I need to ask a question about my check card. I tried to use it at the grocery store, but the cashier would not accept it-she said it's missing some kind of logo on the back. Can you help me with that?"

Nicky smiled. "I know exactly what the cashier is talking about. It's called Interlink, and it allows you to use your debit card at any participating store. We will have to order you a new card with the logo, but it will only take a few days for you to receive it."

"Okay, great," I said.

"May I see your ID, please?"

I handed her my ID and the check card. I was disappointed that she did not remember me; I had hoped she would, because I had found a way to see her any time I had a legitimate reason to visit the bank. "I've sat in this seat about a dozen times staring into those beautiful eyes of yours, and you don't remember me?" I asked shamelessly.

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