Gaby's Song

         And so there she was. The object of his affection. Everyone told him an interracial relationship wouldn't work, but he was determined to try it. Besides, he had heard that she was searching for a "sexy black man" and hey he felt he fit the description rather well, he was sexy (well, thats what he was told), he black, and he was a man. Plus he fit HER description of a sexy black man (or so he's heard)...light skin, light eyes, nice car, killer style. Damien sat in his black escalade, watching Gabrielle through the window. He had spotted her here on Melrose just last weekend, the store worker noticed how he was looking at her, and told him Gabrielle was a regular and she would be back next weekend for the new shipment of pink chuck taylor all stars she wanted. He liked her taste in shoes, and figured she had some nice style to go with her "WOW" body and beautiful face. Damien was usually real smooth with the girls, which made him even more nervous to discover he was actually unsure of himself. He took a deep breath, stepped out of the car and entered the store. Gabrielle, already 3 shopping bags in hand, was, as told, looking at the pink chucks. Damien stood behind her, not too close, but close enough to smell her addictive sweet scent.

         "Those are pretty tight" Damien tried to non-chalantly comment.

          As Gabrielle turned to se who spoke, her full, wavy brown hair glided through the air with the turn of her head. She had dark coffee eyes and long lush eyelashes. Magnetic.

         Damien knew that the beautiful smile that spread across her face the moment their eyes met was a good sign. The two talked, immediatly hitting it off. He offered assistance with her, now, 4 bags and helped her to her car.
         "My pride and joy..." She motioned towards the sturdy, large, black bronco adorned with chrome rims that stood before them. Damien was overpowered by her magical blend in personas, Girlie-girl meets hard-ass. He loved it.

         Damien drove away at the end of that day with an ear to ear smile. A paper lie on the passenger seat, two sets of 7 digit numbers and a heart scribbled in across it. The name Gabrielle beautifully handwritten beneath. This day inspired Damien and he immediatly began humming a new tune. He grabbed his tape recorder out of the glove compartment and hummed into it. He repeated the lyrics that came into his head over and over until the next red light. Once stopped, he leaned over, grabbed a pen from the glove compartment and the paper with Gabrielle's number on it. He jotted the lyrics on the other side. Gaby's song.