Short Story!!

Write a short story using the following sentence: "It all started when I accidentally picked up the wrong suitcase at the airport."

Have you ever met someone, and from your first encounter you just knew they were destined to be in your life? They made you feel as if anything is possible and love at first sight is in fact really something that exists. Yea... me neither. I did however just meet the most cocky, narcissistic, dickish human being on the planet. I mean the nerve of that guy! Let me start from the beginning. It all started when I accidentally picked up the wrong suitcase at the airport. 

I had just grabbed my suitcase from baggage and was making my way towards the door when I heard someone call out behind me.

"Excuse me! Ma'am." I heard a voice yell out. I continued to walk on ignoring it, because never in my 30 years of life has anyone ever called me Ma'am. I heard the footsteps behind me grow louder and then felt a heavy tap on my shoulder.

"Yes?" I said spinning around annoyed. I made sure to roll my eyes so that my new stalker could see just how irritated he had made me. To my surprise he was incredibly handsome. Broad shoulders, caramel toned skin, beautiful brown eyes, and a smile that could light up a room. I gave him a once over taking in the sweats and fitted t-shirt he had on. By the time my eyes made it back to his face, he opened his mouth and what came out had me ready to run for the hills.

"Like what you see?" He asked with a cocky smile on his face.

Damn that smile.

"Excuse me?" I asked, infatuation now replaced by attitude. I watched as his eyes scanned my body. I tried my best not to show just how embarrassed I was at my flip flops and 3-year-old worn out sundress.

"I do." He smiled again licking his lips.

"Ugh." Is the sound I made as I once again rolled my eyes and turned to leave the airport.

"No wait!" He called out gently wrapping his fingers around my wrist. "You have my bag." The instant his fingers touched my wrist I felt a chill run through my body. Not a creepy, bad feeling chill. More like what someone would feel if time were to freeze.

I looked down at his hand then back up to him. He stared into my eyes with confusion all over his face. As if I was a puzzle or riddle, he could not crack. I cleared my throat then looked back down at his hand, still wrapped around my wrist. He immediately let go.

"I'm sorry. I believe you're mistaken." I said to him. "I don't have your bag."

"OH, but I'm not, and you do." He smiled. I looked down at the pastel pink suitcase I'd carefully chosen just last week because no one would even dare to have the same one. Then my eyes scanned over to an identical one held by my stalker.

"No. I don't."

"Really?" He asked as he partially unzipped the suitcase in his hand. He then reached in giving me a wicked grin and began to pull something out. "As comfortable as I am in my masculinity, I don't think I'd be caught dead in these." He said pulling out a pair of red lace underwear and dangling them from his hand for the entire airport to see. My eyes grew wide, and my mouth fell open at the sight of the panties I had purchased the same day I got my suitcase. I reached out and snatched them from his hand.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked stuffing the underwear in my purse.”

"Nothing." He shrugged "Red is just not my color." I rolled my eyes at him then looked down and examined the bag I had. I picked it up and turned it over. Scribble in black permanent marker was the name Mike.

"So, I'm guessing you're Mike?" I asked.

"The one and only." He said. "Well, I'm sure there are other Mikes but trust me baby, I'm one of a kind." He smiled winking his right eye.

"Ok." I said tossing Mike his bag. "Thank you but I am going to take my suitcase and go." I told him extending my arm.

"How about a drink?" Mike asked, still not handing me my bag,

"No thank you. I have somewhere to be." I informed him grabbing the handle of my bag. I walked out of the airport door and waved my hand for a cab. To no surprise Mike was directly on my heels.

"How about your number?" He asked as I opened the cab door.

"No thanks." I smiled getting in the cab. I give the cab driver my sister's address and he pulls off. As I ride, and think back on the encounter, I still can't believe how cocky Mike was. I also can't help but wonder if I'll ever see him again.