Everyone has flaws. You just have to make sure the other person doesn’t see them.
Daphne from Scooby-Doo
I was in the hotel fairly early.
As other people arrived, I took on the expected role of greeting them all. Laughing and joking, whilst keeping one eye on the door. I was dressed in tuxedo and bow tie. One of the girls commented I looked like a waiter. Shame, as I actually felt quite good.
I wondered what Victoria would think. She had said she would be back as soon as she could and hoping in time for the meal.
The free drinks were over and it was time to go in for dinner, but she wasn’t there. Maybe London was simply too good a time.
I was midway through melon balls when she walked in.
She looked head-turning gorgeous. She was wearing a blue dress. It shimmered when she walked and clung to all her curves. Her hair was down, not tied back like when she was at work.
She walked past my table and smiled. I smiled back and she actually blushed.
She sat down where she was allocated. It was a good distance away but I could see her face.
The girl sat opposite me was chatting away about her plans over Christmas, her boyfriend, the problems she had with her freezer. It seemed to become more inane as each course of food arrived. There were six of them.
I stopped listening. I watched Victoria laughing and joking with the people on the table.
After the meal, we all went through to the bar and the disco. They all opened their presents from the big box.
Someone had bought me a pair of cufflinks that looked more expensive than the limit we set.
I thought I better talk to my boss at the bar.
“Well, don’t you look like James Bond.” Victoria smiled and stood next to me. That was distinctly better than the wine waiter.
“You don’t scrub up too bad yourself.”
“Why thank you kind sir. I had an awful time even getting into the dress. It got stuck when I was trying to put it over my head. It looked like the dress gave birth to me.”
“What would you like to drink?”
“Southern Comfort and lemonade please.”
I ordered. “I didn’t think you were going to make it tonight.”
“The traffic was mad. Then I had a row with Marcus on the way home.”
She responded by touching glasses.
“I’m glad you made it.”
“Me to. Anyway, what did you get as your secret Santa?”
“Cufflinks. They’re really nice. They must have been more expensive than the limit.”
I smiled and hugged her. She smelt really nice. “Thank you.”
“And thank you for the doll.”
“How did you know it was me?”
“We work with a bunch of cavemen. Everyone else would’ve gone to a sex shop. Or bought me a football.”
A song came on.
“I love this tune. Do you want to dance?”
“No. I don’t dance. I’m too cool to do that.” I was nervous now. “Actually I have two left feet.”
“That must make buying shoes difficult. Well, will you look after my drink?”
“Of course.” I watched as she grabbed her friend and went to the dance floor and started to dance and laugh. She just seemed to light up everywhere.
“Why don’t you do something about it?” It was Adam. He was watching as well.
“What do you mean?”
“Oh come off it. It’s obvious you like her.”
“We are both in relationships.”
“Yours is crap and you don’t know unless you try.”
“Why would she be interested in me?”
“You’re good looking and a funny bloke.” He punched my arm. “Obviously in a non-gay, beat each other up, manly kind of way.”