I am a Romance writer and will enjoy writing a love story based on your plot outine. The number of hours may vary depending on the number of words the ebook will be.
Below is an excerpt of my work.
The perfect meeting.
.....After a while of looking through the pages, I took a break. Sitting up, I took a glance around the large hall, pausing as I suddenly caught the gaze of a man looking right at me. He was a tall man, well dressed and standing quite a distance from where I sat.
Was he staring at me or was there someone else? I turned to look around but there wasn't anyone close that he could be looking at.
As if in answer to my bewilderment, he approached me, his suitcase in hand as he took long easy strides toward me. I held his gaze till he stood in front of me, his shadow fell over me and I found myself looking up into piercing crystal blue eyes, specks of silver dancing in their depths.
“Hi…” He said and for a moment I couldn't quite reply because his gaze held me spellbound. His eyes were beautiful. Arrestingly beautiful.
“Err...Hi..hello,” I replied, hesitatingly.
“Is this seat taken?” He asked pointing at the empty seat beside mine.
“Ummm… no!” I replied with a light shake of head, my side swept fringes falling over my eyes. I swept it back in place with a finger as I replied. “No, it's not.”
“Thanks” He said flashing a brief smile that I suspected held some thing more which I couldn't quite decipher. He was probably amused by the lady who hadn't been able to contain her obvious attraction to him. In my defence I'd been caught unawares by his stare and his eyes which were stunning against his finely chiselled facial features.
He sat beside me, crossing a leg over the other, brought out a newspaper and began reading it. From his nicely styled dark hair and nice looking suit, I could tell he was a professional. Probably a businessman on his way to or from a business meeting, I mused. Definitely old fashioned as not many people read papers when the news was readily available electronically.
I wasn't sure why I was so interested in figuring him out but there was something about him. Maybe it was my photographer instincts kicking in but he'd struck something within me. I wasn't one to get frazzled by a simple stare that had lasted a handful of seconds. I'd dated quite a few good looking guys although none had ever struck me at the first glance like this guy had. I decided it was probably the excitement from this morning and the surreal haze which I was still basking in that got me feeling this way. I decided to focus on my magazine and not too much on the man next to me.
A few minutes later, my flight was announced and to my surprise, he got up just as I did. We joined the queue, shuffling till we got into the plane. The seat beside mine was empty and I breathed a sigh of disappointment when I saw him walk further down the aisle. I'd sort of wished he would be my seat partner.
Settling in, I'd begun with my magazine again when I heard his now familiar voice speaking to someone behind me. I turned to see him talking to a flight attendant. He was gesturing at the empty seat beside mine, and he was asking if he could sit there as a family wanted to sit close and hed given up his seat for them.
She agreed and I couldn't help the smile creeping up my face.
“Hi.” I said as he appeared to take up the seat.
“Hi again.” He replied, a twinkle in his eyes. “It seems like we're destined to sit together, doesn't it?”
“It seems so.” I replied melting into his charm so easily. He looked to be in his early thirties, there was a maturity in his demeanor and I was quite good at putting an age to a face.
“I'm Tristan, and you?” He asked holding my gaze once again. I noticed that his eyes, although icy at first glance, held an unassuming warmth within them.
“Sabrina.”
“Sabrina…” he murmured, as if testing to see how it rolled off his tongue. I liked the way he pronounced it.......