She’s the girl that got away, and newly elected House of Representatives member Brandon Wingate is intent on winning her back.
Brandon darted through traffic, trying to catch up to the girl who reminded him so much of Kenya. Same build, same deep brown skin color excerpt her hair was straight, in some sort of shoulder length style that flipped under. And her outfit was plain. Nothing close to the colorful sweaters and sneakers Kenya loved to wear in college. By the time he caught up to the woman she’d dashed into a restaurant that had a line snaking around several tables. He stood directly behind her, wondering how he’d approach this. What if she wasn’t Kenya? This could be awkward, saying that she reminded him of someone else. He needed something besides visual conformation. He needed voice recognition. He needed-
Thankfully her phone rang and just about everyone in the place looked down at their own.
Lifting her phone out of the small purse slung diagonally over her suit jacket, one shapely leg cocked back while the other rocked up and down on the heel of her shoe. He couldn’t help watching her calf flex each time it raised and lowered.
With a ho-hum sigh she addressed the person on the other end of the line. “I just got here. Um hmm. Consider it done.”
As Kenya slid her phone back in her purse, Brandon made his move. “Kenya? Kenya Paul?”
She turned around to find him with a smile so wide, it was like he’d won the lottery. “Brandon? Oh wow, this is a surprise.”