The next night, she went to another bar that has live bands. She had no luck but didn't want to give-up yet. She can't get him off her mind. That gaunt face, dark hair and the dreamy eyes that was shadowed by his eyebrows. Oh, that handsome face, Deborah thought with desire. She did not care that she was looking for him everywhere and she was a woman, the guy was a hero and he saved her life; There's something poetic about him. Deborah bet he is a very good and romantic man. Deborah moves on her chair.
"Are you okay honey?" asked her father William Cunningham.
"Yes dad," came her reply, still with a faraway."
"You must be thinking of Clide huh?" William leaned closer from across the table. "He really sounded sincere. I think he was close to tears when he talked to me."
"I don't know dad," Deborah said with a dismissive sight.
"But . . ."
"Listen dad," Deborah said more firmly. "I need time to think. I hope you understand."
"Okay," said William with resignation. "I understand. You're mad at him. It takes time to get over what he'd done. I'm just worried that you won't get married. I mean, you're past the marrying age already. Three years from now, you're going to be thirty."
" I know that dad," said Deborah burdened by having to say it again. "And I thought that Clide was the one-but, he just betrayed my trust. You know how Iam about trust." Deborah wished she could leave now and be somewhere where she would be left with her thoughts and fantasize about that mysterious man. She felt a stirring in her groin every time she thinks of him. God, when am I going to find him? Deborah desperately wanted some hope just so she could go on. Then she'd find him and thank him or something. Don't joke yourself Deborah, you want more than that.
"What's that smile all about?" William asked.
Deborah felt herself blush. "Nothing dad . . ." she said quickly. "Listen, I have a lot to do in the office."
"Honey, are you even listening to what I said?"