My Heartrob

Sarah Blake woke up with a start, shutting off her alarm clock that threatened to rip her ears off. She blinked once then twice as she tried to adjust her eyes to the rays of the sunlight that streamed through the curtains.

Sarah was a 23 year old photographer from the city of New York and most of her works went to a blog; ''Humans of New York'' . It was a style photoblog that captured the different stories of people in the city. It was Sarah's job as a photographer to sort out for clients. She usually found this hectic but she had a duty and dedication to her job.

She sighed, thinking about the Client she was to meet later that day. She knew she had to get up soon if she wanted to meet up with the client as at the time she had stipulated over the phone.

Her blonde hair was tousled as a result of the constant tossing and turning she did in the night, Sarah hated to admit it but she had nightmares. On some days, she didn't but on most days, it was terrible. On those bad days, she could barely sleep and found herself wide awake until dawn and for the rest of that day, she was usually in a foul mood.

The previous night was a good one for her and she was glad about this because she couldn't quite imagine herself being grumpy towards a client. It would speak bad of her and this was something that wouldn't look nice on her.

Deciding to begin her day on a bright note, Sarah climbed out of her bed, tying her hair in a loose knot. She had to meet up with Mark Evans, her new client in Central Park within the next hour and boy, she didn't want to keep him waiting.

She didn't know the person she was going to meet and she sure as hell didn't want to get on a bad start.

Sarah made her way towards the bathroom, turning on the shower until it was warm enough for her. The weather was a bit chilly that day and she knew it would likely rain or snow. Sarah took a quick shower and within minutes, she was done.

Settling for a jean trouser and a black chiffon top, Sarah looked every bit of the top shot photographer she was. She tied her long blonde hair into a loose ponytail, tucking it in place with a hair clip.

Sometimes, her hair had a mind of its own and she usually found herself struggling with it especially when it was windy.

Sarah grabbed her back pack, snatching her camera bag that sat on the floor. She had never gone anywhere without it and she knew she might be needing it more today.

She glanced at herself in the mirror, smiling with satisfaction. She didn't really care how she looked as far as she wasn't a scary sight, she was good to go.

Sarah tiptoed to her mother's room a few doors down. She peeped in and discovered she was still sleeping. Her mother was a late riser and she didn't want to disturb her sleep. Sarah scribbled a note, sticking it on her mother's bedside table where she knew she could easily see it.

She smiled, giving her mother a light kiss on her head before walking away. With everything her mother had gone through, she deserved all the rest she could get and if Sarah could help it, she could have preferred her mother traveling out of the country for a much needed vacation.

Her father had died in a tragic plane crash when she was only ten and even up until now, her and her mother were still relieving the pain and horror associated with that incident.

Sarah knew that wasn't possible and she felt sad about it. She shut the door quietly, making her way downstairs. Her trusty old car bus was parked at the garage. Sarah had been using the car since she could remember and it hardly gave her any problem.

She climbed in, pulling into the main road. Traffic was a bit light and she was quite glad about this. It would only get her faster to Central Park. She weaved through the light traffic that was slowly building.

A quick glance at her watch told her that she still had some moments to spare. She got to the Central park soon, bringing her car to a stop at the parking lot. She climbed out, making her way towards the rows of chairs that sat under rows of trees planted to give shade to its visitors.

Sarah looked around and she knew her client hadn't arrived yet. She had no idea what he looked like but she had a feeling that he wasn't there yet.

She took her seat in one of the chairs, setting her camera bag on the ground beside her. She decided to give it a few minutes. She reasoned that he was probably held up in traffic or something. All she was glad for was that she was finally here.

A few minutes later, Sarah had the urge to look up and what she saw left her speechless. Standing before her was the most handsome no scratch, he was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. He was huge, tall and muscular and extremely attractive.

Sarah had a feeling like she had seen his face before but for the life of her, she couldn't quite remember when and where. His jet black hair was trimmed to perfection, it suited his face which just made him all the more attractive. He had a tanned skin that seemed to glow under the sun and looking up, Sarah discovered that his eyes were a green, a deep shade of green that just left you enthroned.

''Hi."Sarah said.

She was quite glad that her voice didn't come out wobbly like she expected it to. If it haf, she couldn't blame herself because the man standing in front of her had to be a demi god of some kind. The shirt he wore clung to his biceps and Sarah had a hard time keeping her eyes off it.

''Sarah Blake i presume."

He had a strong but firm voice that Sarah just found amazing. Yet again, she found herself wondering where she had seen him before.

''Yes, that's me. Thank you for meeting me Mr Evans." Sarah said.

''Mark. Mark is fine please and you're welcome." he said, taking a seat.

Sarah grabbed her camera bag from the ground. She had to take some pictures of him first and she was quite glad he agreed to it.

''So tell me about you Mark." Sarah began.

Her notepad and pencil were in her hands already, ready to write down any detail he said. From the look in his eyes, Sarah discovered that he felt quite uncomfortable when she asked him that.

''I'm sorry, this isn't a good time?" she asked.

Mark stared at her, fighting within himself. He was an ex soldier and recounting what happened to him during his years of service was something he wasn't used to saying especially to people he barely knew.

The traumas he faced was something he couldn't see himself sharing but sitting opposite the bright eyed photographer had him thinking all over again.

''I'm sorry. I tend to think a lot." he chuckled.

''It's fine, I actually do that too." Sarah smiled.

Mark found her smile so charming he was tempted to come closer. He maintained his position, chiding himself in the process.

''Well, I'm an ex soldier for starters and let's just say I haven't really had it so rosy." he said.

''Okay. How long have you been out of service." Sarah asked.

''As long as i can remember." Mark said vaguely.

Sarah scribbled something down on her notepad and she was just about to ask another question when Mark beat her to it.

''How about I tell you what you need to know over coffee? How's that?" Mark smiled.

Sarah found herself agreeing to this and she knew that was the boldest thing she had ever done.