She picked me up at my hotel. I was sitting in the hotel bar, sipping on my cocktail, when she came in and put her arm around my shoulder. "Captain and diet?" she asked.
"Not anymore. I've classed up my rums a little," I responded, getting up and sliding my arm around her waist. I let my hand slip down and rest right on the small of her back, and pulled her closer to me. "It's great to see you again," I whispered into her ear.
"You too. You look almost as good as I remember," she said back as she ran her hand down my chest. "Almost."
I laughed and pulled away. I through a ten on the bar, and grabbed her hand. "Let's get out of here."
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We were both in Birmingham for work. I had a southern regional food show to attend, and she was there for a journalism conference. When we found out that both of us were going to be in Birmingham at the same time, we knew that Fate had decided to throw us back together. It was the same city where our relationship had started.
Eight years before, I had been in Birmingham for a conference. I had traveled up with a group from around my area, but stayed in my own room in a fabulous hotel (it's great when the company pays, isn't it?) since I was the only guy from the group. Long story short, we had gone to a club, danced, got drunk, and went back to the hotel. Nothing happened that night, but it was the night we grew closer together.
Over the following years we had grown apart, grown together, and finally hooked up – a fleeting relationship that only college can provide.
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