A Chance Encounter

Frederico stood entranced watching the woman as she exited the taxi and darted across the street towards him.

She had a long blond bob, parted at the side. A pair of classic black Ray Ban's that covered her eyes, but accentuated the red lips beneath. She was wearing a leopard print swing coat, black cropped pencil pants and kitten heels.

On the ring finger of her right hand was an impossibly large emerald cut diamond. On any other woman he would have shrugged it off as an automatic fake. But this woman was authentic. She was classic and sexy in a way that spanned the decades. He had known a woman like her once before, years ago.

He knew he had to meet her. "Scusilo" he murmered when he approached her. She turned and arched a perfectly sculpted brow above her sunglasses. He expected her to have a French accent possibly. But when she replied it was a throaty American voice, "Yes..." When she lowered her sunglasses he could see in her eyes that she was the type of woman who was comfortable in any situation, but somehow haunted by her own existance.