The Room.

The room was loud and obnoxious. By meaning of its tacky colors and god awful display of morbid sculptures. Her heart sank. This was a mistake. A very, very BIG mistake. Then the door opened, she jumped a little. There, stepping through the arch way into the loud room, he was dressed in a pin stripped suit with a blue shirt. His raven hair flush and neatly groomed, how she had the sudden urge to run her fingers through the thickness of it all. His eyes were of onyx, and yet shimmered beautifully in the light. He smiled. How ruggedly handsome this bizarre man was. Shit. She thought to herself. She smiled back in a daze her heart palpitating, her chest tightening, butterflies swooshing all around inside her. No. No. No. NO! she screamed in her head. This an is going to haunt me. She thought. Oboy. I'm in for a ride.