... Strait from the Vine Brandy Vest Looking back, hourglass isnt exactly the word he would have used to describe her. Sure, she was curvy, but not enough to warrant a lingering gaze. She was more like a bunch of grapes, but because of her large shoulders, not her chest. Thats not something he would say aloud either: Youre as curvy as a bunch of grapes - you have mens shoulders and small tits. Wide at the top and small at the bottom - she walked with her feet close together, which, if her hips had been wider, would have given her the sway of a model on the catwalk. Which would have countered out the wide shoulders. As it were, it looked like shed grown up in the 50s. That was the reason hed fallen for her quirks in the first place - she was far too intense and grab-life-by-the-ballsy for that spinster gait. Hed seen her around the office a few times: the new girl, supposedly from the South but without a trace of accent, who had spilt her entire 32 ounces of Coke onto the boss within two hours of her first day. As if she werent getting enough looks already for having fast food in the office when every other peon skipped breakfast and stared menacingly at his or her salad and protein shake when it came time for lunch. From his vantage point in his corner office, hed chalked her clumsiness up to being an out-of-towner. She had moved from Virginia with her family when she was 19, old enough to have gone off on her own, but young enough to still believe in the romance of starting over someplace new. Two years later, she still lived with her parents, but there was nobody to judge her for it - he certainly wasnt - and it kept life simple. Thats what shed told him, at least. Going on his first impression, she was pretty damn cute. She wore her hair almost short enough that it could have been one of those no-nonsense pixie cuts if it were straighter. As it were, her curls made her look like she had a never-ending supply of optimism, the way they bounced with every step. And the constant smile - small, like an Ive-just-done-a-good-deed smile - only made her prettier. Thered been research on that; guys were naturally attracted to women that smiled and looked happy, so he felt slightly less guilty about checking out the new girl. The last female to join the firm had been a 40-something year-old with proportions that, quite frankly, belonged in a before picture. Hed already noted that the new girl wasnt exactly bodacious either, 9 Strait from the Vine | Brandy Vest but she was young and cute. And he was handsome and successful. A match made for a real estate commercial. 2.5 kids, white picket fence, labrador in the backyard. Yeah. Right. ***** When hed first asked her on a date, she hadnt understood. Would you want to have dinner sometime? hed said. Oh, you mean the company dinner on Friday? Yeah, Mr. Cryer already said I was welcome to attend, shed replied. Hed made sure to keep a seat next to him open, which shed taken, but between the four courses and Cryers speech, he hadnt gotten a chance to turn their conversation from Ive been an ad exec for seven years to Im good at what I do, if you know what I mean. She probably wouldnt have gotten the hint anyway. After dinner, she had grabbed her purse and made to leave, apparently uncomfortable with making small talk with anyone other than him. It did wonders for his morale and his plan of getting an actual dinner with her, so hed played dumb and kept her there, chatting idly with her and blatantly ignoring her glances toward the door and her attempts to cut their talk short. In retrospect, probably not the best way to get her to warm up to him, but at least hed kept her laughing. So the night hadnt been a complete failure. ***** Your grapes taste funny up here. She was standing next to the window overlooking the city with a bag on the sill, plucking grapes from it one at a time and showing no signs of awkwardness at being in his condo for the first time. No, shed taken a few analytical glances around while hed continued their conversation about the misogyny of beer advertisements (he agreed with her - they were - but seeing as beer was a male-dominated product, both in consumers and producers, it had to be done), then opened and scoured his fridge and made herself comfortable. How so? he asked, handing her a beer and opening his own after returning her raised-eyebrow smirk. I guess its just cause Im not used to eating them from a bag. Or cold. 10 Strait from the Vine | Brandy Vest I keep forgetting youre a Southerner. What is it with you and the fact that Im from the South? You think everyone down there strolls through orchards plucking fruit and grinning gaily all day? Hey, blame Lorraine Peterson. A pause. Am I supposed to know who that is? He chuckled, both at her and at his attempt at making an advertising joke. The original Sun-Maid girl. She was real, you know. She scoffed. Then yeah, I blame her. He set his beer down next to the bag of grapes and glanced over at her. She was wearing her pinstripe pants again, that hung a little loose around her thighs - a downside of being fit. On her top was a maroon shirt he hadnt seen before. It fit her perfectly, the sleeves going just over her shoulders with a tie-string at the end, and the same string at the bottom of the V, which was the perfect length for a necklace without dropping low enough to show him anything if she leaned forward. With her whiterimmed sunglasses pushing up her curls, she looked adorable. Could have been on a poster for sunscreen, if shed wear shorts and grow her hair out a little. It gets cold early up here, she said, stealing a grape and leaning forward on the windowsill. Somehow, her constant analysis of New England never got old. Used to the sun and sand? She rolled her eyes. Virginia, not Florida. And dont start joking about never seeing snow before. He shrugged, turning around to lean his elbows on the sill. It starts earlier then youre used to. Christmas? Sometimes. Ive never had snow on Christmas. And only in a few Decembers. He took a grape. He never really liked green grapes. He preferred the ones the same color as her shirt, with the seeds still inside. More natural. Grapes and beer was a strange combination anyway. You think youll go back eventually? Eventually, yeah. She bit a grape in half, sucking the extra juice off her thumb, 11 Strait from the Vine | Brandy Vest and he smirked at himself for the way he was watching her. But I like it here, too. You have a good job, he pointed out. Exactly. And I like the people there. Lifes pretty good right now. He gave her a sideways look, one he knew she could see, but she kept staring out the window, smiling softly. Why do you have your sunglasses on? Theyre not on. She kept smiling and not turning to him. She did that a lot. Like, I know youre watching me. Im just playing with you. Keep on looking. So he did. Her face, reflected just slightly in the window, was so familiar now, but still as pretty, as attention-grabbing as hed first thought it to be. She had a way of letting her small, knowing smile play into her eyes that made him not want to look away. It was the kind of spark necessary for cosmetics models; makeup commercials were rife with girls who knew how to catch your attention, so all the company had to do was make sure they had enough strategic placings of their name in those thirty seconds to get it through to the viewer. Mostly it was all up to the girl. He nearly laughed to himself when he realized that she was probably watching him watch her because they were both reflected just slightly in the window. When it got colder, in another week or two, hed be able to see her breath on the glass, and a mental video of her drawing faces on it came easily to mind. It was exactly the kind of thing shed do. He leaned over to kiss her and she finally turned to face him, as per usual. ***** So sell me, she said, standing up. She had her hands gripping her hips, staring him down with that simple defiance, smile threatening him. She looked like she did that first week, when he knew her as the awkward girl, new to the office and eager to make an impression, but not necessarily to please. What could she sell? What would make her sell? What was she selling? She was wearing her pink camisole, which hung low with the yellow lacey bit at the top, and his underwear. An odd combination, but she was an odd girl. There was that picture, still there in the back of his mind, of her with the grapes 12 Strait from the Vine | Brandy Vest and the red shirt. She knew grapes, or at least compared to everyone in Boston. Compared to them, she could have made $300 wine. She had a nice enough face; she could sell that. He studied her again. She didnt move as he stared her down. She just watched him, her eyes still maintaining the smile that had faded. She was...innocent. Her posture said tough and feisty, but one look at her normal gait and the faade fell apart. She could try, and sometimes managed, to be a spitfire. She could definitely tell someone what she thought of them with just a flash of her eyes, even if her mouth spewed nothing but niceties. She was just too afraid to get on someones bad side. Even now, if he told her she could sell kitchen appliances because shed make a lovely housewife, she would only be disappointed, not angry. Her face would loosen and her eyes, before she looked away, would lose their spark and go back to being brown. Yucky, plain brown. Not a mesmerizing shade of dark tan. He sat up slowly, her glinting eyes still following him. He took her wrists and pulled her hands off her waist, letting her shoulders fall a little. He put her left arm on her right side, hugging herself, and he pulled her right arm toward him, palm outstretched, where he placed his own hand. Stability. That was it. Even as ditzy and fiery and everything else that she was, she wasnt going to be the one to end anything. She was constant. Could he really see himself with her? Hed had nothing but fun with her as of yet. She was so agreeable, and kind, and cute. Hed never seen himself as the type to settle down. Hed never really wanted a stable life. Or, at least, he hadnt placed insurance very high on his list of importance. So what was it that made her so appealing? She exuded comfort and homeliness, even while she talked about abortion laws and living on the road for a year. It gave off the effect of what hed imagine having a wife would be like. Somebody that you loved, who always wanted to try new things, and you were always right there with her because she offered enough stability for you to grab hold and never want to let go. And even if you did let go, shed probably grab your wrist at the last moment and pull you back up to her. She was pretty strong. Put her in a breast cancer commercial, shed do great. 13 Strait from the Vine | Brandy Vest So maybe...maybe he could afford to take a chance on her. He had a lot in the bank, but hed never before spent it on love. If it was all Hallmark made it out to be, it was certainly worth a shot. Come back, he said softly. He placed a hand on her waist and pulled her into his lap, where she kissed him like hed been talking out loud. ***** Looking ahead, he has no idea whats waiting for him. Was this what motivational posters meant when they talked about a leap of faith? Hey, can we stop in D.C.? He turns to look at her. She has her arm hanging out of the window, maroon shirt blowing a little, looking like she makes the drive all the time. We already lost the moving van when we stopped in that ghost town. Just because its smaller than Boston does not make it a ghost town. And it was Vitisburg. And they have a key. He scoffs, but its hiding a chuckle. Fine. But youre paying for the hotel. He turns back to watch the cars she passes, smiling and waving to the people on their cell phones who glare at them like anybody going faster than they are must be a complete ass. Hotel? We can drive all night! Wheres your sense of adventure? Adventure? Where, exactly...maybe hed left it in Boston with his Common Sense and Logic. And his Job. Then again, maybe a Sense of Adventure is really the only thing he has left. They pass a billboard proclaiming that Maryland is happy to welcome them. He smiles to himself, rolling the window down and deciding he needs to let his hair grow out. Virginia has hippies, right? If not, oh well. The Boston boy is all grown up; he can wear his hair any damn way he pleases. He looks over at her. The highway is packed, theyll need gas soon, and its far too hot to have the windows down, but she turns the radio up and smiles. He smiles back and starts watching the scenery again, keeping an eye out for grapevines. 14 ...