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plush, heart-shaped lips forming an O. “It’s nice to meet you, Devlin. I’m Ayron.”
    She begins her walk again.
    “Would you like to stay for dinner?” I ask her as I walk with her.
    “You look like a nice guy, Devlin,” she begins the blow-off.
    I take a deep breath and hand her the phone.
    “Get to know me then. Just answer the phone,” I say, finding some of my original swagger. “I don’t want this to be the end before we begin.”
    Her expression softens to a smile.
    “I think I can do that,” she says sweetly.
    I take her hand and kiss it, ready to do more.
     
    ***
     
    Walking through my new home, I try not to be eager. The area where I purchased it is very well established; I love the charm of the old homes and new ones that were built to look old. Owning property in Prestville Park brings about a certain status within itself. My ex-girlfriend always wanted a home in this area. An area with regulations about what your home could like, down to the dimension and color. I decided on a five-bedroom, four-bathroom, with a gray shell and large square windows lining the first level. As a bachelor, I have no need for all of this space, and honestly, it gets to be a little lonely sometimes, but buying the property after our breakup was better than sex.
    Plopping down on a sofa in the entry living room, I feel like a seventh grader finding out his crush actually likes him back. Watching the fish in my aquarium is calming. The Angelfish swimming through my three-hundred-fifty-gallon fish tank are my favorite. They mate for life. The two named Mufasa and Sarabi are my favorites. If they are not swimming together, the other is near.
    My phone rings and the name and number of the phone I gave to her pop up. I answer it without trying to act cool.
    “Hello.”
    “Hello. Is this Devlin?” her strong yet feminine voice inquires.
    “Yes, this is he, and I am glad to hear your voice,” I say, loosening my tie and sliding against my sofa.
    “And why is that?”
    “Now I can add sound to my dreams.” It sounds like a line, but it's almost scary how much I mean it. Not that she needs to know that.
    The laugh that rings through the phone warms my insides, causing a smile to spread across my face.
    “Such a charmer,” she chuckles. “Do you provide every girl that you meet with sweet words and a smartphone?”
    “Nope. Only the ones who have magical powers.”
    “I’m almost afraid to ask. What kind of magical powers?” Her words are slow and deliberate.
    “I seem to recall a certain woman with the same copper-color hair as yours disappearing from a dance floor not too long ago.”
    Her chuckle is melodic.
    “I’ll admit that there’s a pattern,” she teases.
    It’s my turn to laugh.
    “I plead the fifth,” she says.
    “What is it that you do, besides be gorgeous?” I ask.
    She pauses, as though she’s unsure about how to answer.
    “I work for Masters in Style products as a finance executive,” I downplay. It’s alright for her to know that I am well-off, but the less she knows about the billion-dollar Masters Empire, the better. I try to keep my name out of the media, so it’s pretty easy for me to be discreet. Kevin, on the other hand, has linked up with so many people in the entertainment industry, which blogs and gossip shows are always looking for his next hook-up or exploit.
    “That seems like a stressful job to have, watching other people’s money.”
    “It can be,” I sigh, wanting to forget the current situation happening at M.I.S. “What about you? What do you do?”
    “I’m a personal organizer,” she says flatly, without detail and no room for discussion.
    “I want to see you again,” I counter. Maybe a change of subject will bring back the sweetness in her voice. Work is a subject that neither one of us wants to talk about.
    “Well, you’re in luck. I happen to be free tomorrow for yoga.”

Chapter 7-Ayron
 
    The yoga studio in the uptown area near my dream office is