Nothing would have him/her prepared for the reflection he/she eyed in the mirror.Nothing would have him/her prepared for the reflection he/she eyed in the mirror. Looking back was a young girl, in her early twenties he/she thought. He/she mumbled under his/her breath,"I've been watching too many "Quantum Leaps", lowered and shook his/her head and returned a gaze to the mirror. The image had not changed. A beautiful young girl was staring back at him/her as she stood in front of that perplexing mirror. "Joan, you seemed to have swooned, he said with a proper British accent. You must have had too much bubbly at the pub,"he continued. Joan still uncertain, returned to the couch, assumed she had been dreaming, for obviously she was a young lady who had consumed too much alcohol. "I'm sorry, I seem to have forgotten your name", Joan blushingly apologized. "Jacque, remember you followed me all day at the mall and we"bumped" into each other on the escalator. You said you were trying to find a way to meet. The sudden stopping of the escalator provided the opportunity. You would have crushed all your pretty packages in the fall if I hadn't caught you." It was no more clearer but what he said seemed to make sense. Shopping was hectic and she did seem to recall this gorgeous guy she had seen earlier in the day. Had she really been drinking with this stranger? Did she willing follow him to this room? The situation was "strange" but not frightening. She didn't feel "threatened" in anyway, just a little "unsure". She tried to rise to her feet but found her knees again wobbly, faltered and was caught by Jacque, who again lowered her to the seat. |