Chapter IV: Meet Mia

Mia was about to turn 30. She was a couple of months younger than Tess, her bestie.

She was now single, that mostly because she was always the one ending relationships. See, Mia was a queen, every boy’s dream girl. She was tall, blond, and slim. She had nice boobs, nice ass, nice legs, nice hair, nice everything. Anyone seeing her would give everything to be with her, boys or girls.

But yet, she was single. Mostly because she didn’t think anyone was good enough for her, except one guy. One awesome perfect guy, who would ignore and frustrate the hell out of her.

Francis was her and Tess’s friend. Even if he was closer to Tess. He was so close to Tess. And she was jealous of both, of Tess for being able to be Francis confident and friend, to the point that she could kiss him on the lips and know it meant nothing than a friendly kiss. And jealous of Francis that he would always give Tess the best piece of advice, sometimes better than her. Their friendship felt like a threat to her friendship with Tess. Even if they knew each other since they were babies. They grew up together, they went to the same kindergarten, the same school, even went to study at the same college. But while Tess went on to work on Human Resources, Mia went to work in PR. She had the charisma for it for sure.

She didn’t feel Tess is a threat, Tess knew her long term crush on Francis, she also knew she was jealous for their friendship. As one thing Mia was for sure was honest. With her friends and everyone else. Sometimes maybe a bit too honest, but she would make it up by flashing her long eyelashes and smiling all cute and angelic.

But oh, how much she wanted to be able to kiss Francis on the lips, pretend it’s friendly. But she could not trust herself not to use her tongue, move her hands through his hair and pull him close into a more passionate kiss.

She loved him since she was 15. First time she saw him, she could not take his eyes off him, bod and all. Man, that guy could be hot. But he was so much more than that. And as much as she tried to show him she liked him for who he was, he ignored her even more. He was polite thought, he would answer her questions about his music and all, but in small, short sentences, never with the same enthusiasm when Tess said something about his work.

She was sure he didn’t want Tess in any other way than his best friend, as he had multiple chances to make a move and never did. Well, he was 12 years older than them, but she felt that was not the reason he kept his distance from her.

He was so private! She knew almost nothing about his love life. Tess would mention now and then something about the girl he would see or meet, but she would not say much. Tess was a hell of a trustworthy friend, she could trust her with anything, but at the same time, she was no use when trying to find out more about this fabulous man.

Oh, boy, as if she didn’t try anything to get his attention. She was interested in his work, while she genuinely was, she found him so talented, and kind, and sweet, in all his manliness. He helped her several times to get a taxi, he gave her his jacket once when she left the club freezing in her short skirt and a vest. He would prepare his hangover secret potion when he saw her getting a bit dipsy, to give her at the end of the night before going home, so she wouldn’t feel too sick. He was such a sweet guy…and friend.

She tried to charm him, she even let her hair grow long, as she read in one magazine that guys, especially manly ones, love long hair on girls.

She was all blue-eyed, long blond hair, everyone telling her she looked angelic, only the guy she was so interested in, for years, not paying attention to her, not on the way she wanted.

She could not see why. He surely wasn’t gay, as she knew of girls who he used to date. Well, not even date, he wasn’t a guy to date and showcase a relationship, he was very discrete and very private. And she hated that, because she was sure the key to his heart could be found in his past, or in his relationships.

She was a grown woman, turning 30 soon. And yet, he made her feel so unsecure, the way he looked at her, she felt she was 15 again, meeting him for the first time. When she was just a child and he was the young DJ at the club her parents allow her to go till 10pm in the evening. Which was just for two hours, as the club itself opened at 8pm. Nobody wanted to go dancing in the sunlight. Moonlight gave the right vibe. But those two hours were the best part of her week, and seeing him was the best part of her teen years.

She was probably obsessed with him a bit, as she knew everything she could about him. But she liked him from the beginning, the very moment she saw him. Not like the rest of the girls who started to really notice him after Jason Momoa entered everyone’s life, and wildest dreams and fantasies. But he did look a lot like that actor. He did look like the God of the Seas and Oceans.

Two years ago, on one happy summer, they all went swimming in the lake. It was the best summer ever. She had her yellow bikini on, her blond hair loose, she already had a tan because she was always first to go in the garden and catch the first sun lights of spring even, as she was out for a tan starting in April. So she thought she looked amazing towards perfection. He glanced at her once. Once! And never made eye contact with her again after that. And she was sure she looked stunning. She didn’t even use any make-up as the tan gave her skin such a nice glow. And she had long lashes anyways. But still, nothing from him. He would chat with her, be friendly with her, but she wanted more than that. She wanted a reaction from him, to see her as a woman, not as his friend.

So it was tonight or never. It had to be tonight. She had years of looking for someone like him in her life, just to end relationship after relationship as non of them were talented enough, good enough, kind enough, smart enough, sexy enough, Francis enough.

But that was to change tonight, or her name wasn’t Mia!