MANifesting

The only thing was that he was a bartender. That was a fine job, but it wasn’t a career. Of course, it could be a temporary thing as he put himself through law school or something like that.

To make a fair assessment, I would have to see him again.

Before I made a few more notes in my journal, I noticed that it wasn’t lying completely flat near the back. Flipping through the pages, Kellan’s business card fell out. As I dropped it into my purse, it must have slid inside my notebook.

The specific notebook I had started to manifest a man. Was that a sign?

Grabbing my phone, I called Christine. “Hello?”

“Hi – hang up on me if you’re still on your date,” I said quickly.

Her laugh twinkled so loudly it was as if she was in the room with me. “No, I just got home.”

“How was it?” I asked.

“I think he has great potential,” she said thoughtfully. “It’s too early to tell.”

“Does he make your heart race?” I asked, surprising myself.

“A bit,” she nodded. “It might be a slow burn kind of situation, where he gets hotter the more I get to know him.”

“That can go the wrong way as well,” I laughed. “Don’t forget Peter.”

“Good grief – don’t remind me.”

Christine had dated Peter about a year ago, and he had seemed absolutely amazing at first. But the more he talked, and the more she got to know him, the worse he became, until she couldn’t understand what she had seen him in the first place.

“How was the singles night?” she asked. “Were there any eligible bachelors at the event who caught your eye?”

“Well, not at the event, exactly,” I said slowly.

I heard a shuffle. “Hold on.” There was a pause and click. “Okay, safely in my bedroom now. Tell me everything. You obviously met someone.”

I stifled a laugh. I didn’t think it was serious enough for her to have to avoid her nosy roommate. “There’s nothing to tell, really,” I said. “The guy who was bartending was very…”

“Hot? Sexy?”

“Intriguing.”

Christine paused. “Okay, I guess that’s good.”

“He was also completely gorgeous,” I laughed. “But that wasn’t the point. He made me feel…I don’t know. Like I was instantly drawn to him. Like a magnet. There was this weird pull.”

Christine actually squealed. “You felt that spark!”

“I doubt that he did,” I said quickly. “He probably has women hitting on him all the time. I mean, he’s a bartender, and he’s ridiculously handsome.”

“What kind of handsome? Tell me.”

I appreciated how excited Christine got when I had news, but she did get a bit demanding.

“I guess you’d start with tall, dark, and sexy,” I said, trying to think analytically while my heart fluttered just from picturing Kellan’s face. “But it was more about the little details. The strange dark blue of his eyes. The way his dark gray button-down shirt stretched across his chest a little, with the cuffs rolled up to show off his forearms. A scrollwork tattoo on the inside of his left arm just below the elbow.”

Christine’s long, loud laugh made me smile as I stretched my feet out across the couch. “Allie, nobody notices little details like that about a man unless they are smitten.”

“Whatever. I’m not ready yet.”

“Of course you are! You have your new book and everything. You’re supposed to be starting to date now, right?”