| Sex & The Capitol | Written by Soarynn Nightingale | The Capitol Gazette | Published March 27th. |
Walking down the street one sunny afternoon, it seemed as if fate had finally found me. I was no stranger to being a single woman in her early twenties, the world at my feet. Still, there were certain things that were expected of me.
Capital ventures were welcomed, bedroom ventures were kept secret in fears of a scandal. My good friends Clemensia, Livia, & Persephone kept their private lives private and their private lives even privater.
I figured it was best to do the same.
I was finally wearing my brand new high heels when I passed by a tall, handsome stranger with blonde hair. Being a blonde myself, I was glad to see another comrade amongst the dark-haired troops.
I thought nothing of it until I heard him calling out to me. “Miss? You dropped this.” Worried my purse had opened, I turned around to see what he had retrieved for me. I usually didn’t give strange men this sort of attention, but his good looks swayed me & my judgement.
I found that nothing had fallen onto the ground but that he was even more good looking when he was standing still. Tall, blonde, a chiseled jawline.
What more could a girl ask for?
In his hand was a small card, white & crisp like his button-up shirt. “Oh, what is it?” I asked, curious as to what was written on the small card. He had grinned, confident as they come, shameless too.
“It’s my number, I couldn’t let you walk by without having it.”
He was a natural flirt, too good to be single or to be true but I accepted the card which turned out to be his business card. I suspected him to be in his mid-twenties, which made the fact that he had a business card even more impressive.
I had my own banking card but those two were not the same.
I flipped over the card, surprised that I recognized the name printed in gold letters.
“Oh, I know you,” I told him, “I’ve seen your name in the Capitol Gazette.” He didn’t seem impressed, but rather pleased that he was being treated like a celebrity in regard to the paper. “Yes, I’m a rather up and coming business man, lots of articles have been written about me. Although I’m surprised a lady like yourself reads the paper. Are you a writer?”
I don’t know why, but I lied. Maybe it was because he was so handsome, so charming and irresistible. If we were in a different setting, like a gala then maybe I would’ve been honest but standing on the street gave me some grace.
He was after all, a complete stranger & I, a single woman didn’t feel comfortable giving him my personal information. Especially not information that would lead to me telling him that I was a columnist who wrote articles about sex.
“Sometimes,” I had fibbed, looking into his bright blue eyes. They sparkled like sapphires.
“Well, if you’re not too busy with work, I would love to buy you a drink sometime, Miss…”
I realized I had yet to give him my name, which was the least I could give him after he reunited me with his business card.
“Nightingale,” I had answered, “Soarynn Nightingale.”
He grinned, boyish & full of confidence, “Soarynn Nightingale. My father knew your father once upon time.”
Being the daughter of a man who was considered to be one of the pillars of Captiol society came with its perks, which included a small bit of fame to my name.
“I’m sure he did,” I agreed, “he was very well connected. As was yours, Coriolanus Snow.”
He glanced down at his watch, it looked so very expensive but it was in good taste. “I hate to cut this conversation short, but I have a meeting in twenty minutes. Give me a call & we’ll set up a date.”
I watched him go, already imagining a future with this man. He had seemed so sure of himself, sure enough to ask me out on a date. Well, it was more like getting drinks but he used the word so that’s what I would call it, & more importantly, tell my friends.
I started walking with a pep in my step. It was as if the universe was sending me a sign, telling me that there was still hope for a young girl in a big city. It had been less than two minutes & I was already thinking about that handsome stranger, & how even if this didn’t work out, I’d have a new character to write about in my column.
Dressed in a blood red suit with his golden curls & sparkling eyes. Mr. Snow.
But I couldn’t help but wonder, if this was the street we met on due to fate, & we kept walking, where would it take us?
