Nikita parked her car and wandered over to the swings. Playgrounds always reminded her of before. Before her father left with some blonde bimbo half his age. Before her mother became a domineering bitch. Before her ex-boyfriend arrived in her life and before Melinda left it. Clara, her nanny, used to take her to the park to play on the swings and eat ice cream. Nikita used to love those trips; they were a highlight of her childhood. She smiled as she remembered Clara chiding her for dribbling chocolate ice cream down her chin.
Nikita immersed herself in memories as she pushed herself on the swing. She was drawn from her reminiscing as she felt the presence of another. She looked around her, surprised because she thought she had been alone. Then she noticed him. She sucked in a breath. Leaning against the wall of the building twenty metres in front of her was a man, staring at his feet. She didn’t think he had noticed her, and she debated whether to slip away, in case he saw her and tried to talk. However, she couldn’t tear her eyes away. He is the epitome of tall, dark and handsome, she thought. She watched him slowly raise his head, his eyes searching the car park. She realised he knew someone was watching him, but it wasn’t until he turned his head to face her that she was able to look elsewhere. Partially in shyness that such a good-looking man was looking at her, and partially in embarrassment that she had been caught staring, Nikita snapped her head away. She prayed silently that he would leave. Rooted to the spot, she knew that getting up and walking to her car was not an option.
She felt his gaze on her, unfaltering. Involuntarily, her head turned to form eye contact. Her insides lurched as his green eyes bored into her. It was the man from the night before. Nikita stopped swinging. She knew her breathing had become rapid and shallow and that her heart was beating wildly: she could hear blood pounding in her head. Beyond that, she was aware of little else. All she could see was his eyes, once again becoming windows into his emotions, his soul. She considered calling a greeting, but was unable to conjure up the nerve to make a sound.
A voice startled her. Another man joined the first, pulling him inside the building. Eye contact was maintained until the door was shut. The sound left Nikita shaking her head, surprised at herself, at the elation she felt at knowing the man’s name. She repeated it silently as she began swinging again.
Kevin.
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