“I may go out there a little later, but right now this glass of cranberry juice is calling my name.” “Yeah, whatever you say,” he said with a ...sarcastic smirk on his face.He walked away to talk to a pretty blonde girl at the other side of the bar. Why couldn't I be like that? Why couldn't I just walk up to an attractive woman and talk to her? Why am I such a pathetic person? I sat there drinking my cup of cranberry juice as I contemplated my entire existence.I probably looked so pathetic to. He'll either end up chasin' Early or headin' back for Petersburg to take it out on Robert Lee. I don't think Wright cares which way they go. He jus' cain't stand waitin'. My general, the brave McCook, he's all smiles this mornin' and claimin' the victory."Seth swallowed his last bite and washed it down with sweetened coffee. He put a few biscuits in his pockets, said a quick thank you, and went back to rouse the still-sleeping Jefferson in the barracks that smelled of acid. They left Fort. The building dead in front of her was labeled ‘Library’. No mistaking that room. She mused. A sharp turn to the left, and then she realized, the school was so new, they hadn’t put room numbers up yet, but the building label would assure her that she had the right wing. The rooms where the first meeting could occur were all locked and Lauren was twenty minutes early in chinos and a blue cambric shirt that she had starched herself this morning. Thankfully, the morning weather decided to cooperate. Gorgeous. We head down the glass elevator and spiral main staircase to have dinner at the hotel restaurant. It’s a sushi bar, and very upscale. Dark cherry wood floors, ceiling and tables, with dim lighted paper lanterns and dark red drapes hung all around- it’s a very romantic atmosphere, and I only wish I had someone to share it with. You know that feeling you get when somebody is looking at you, and you can feel their eyes gracing your body? I felt him from across the room. Dark brown eyes.