My heart throbbed, as I stared intently into his eyes. His courage had been astounding, and all I wanted was to drown in the ice blue of his gaze.
Success had been his. He had won my Father’s heart; Not a small feat. And I knew he was the one.
All of 16 years old, I was convinced I knew my way around the world. Travelling to Sydney for the first time, one night from the country, I had met him. My train stop had arrived too suddenly, and I had missed it. And my current Love, had helped me when I became lost at Central Station.
Spending every free moment in Sydney together had been bliss. He had even bought a ticket and caught the train from Sydney, back to my home with me. We had alighted and a taxi had driven us to my family’s house.
Darren had entered through the front door, while I waited on the driveway.
” Dad said he liked you?”
The icy blue stare dazzled me and I felt weak at the knee.
“Yeah. I told him about us.” Then his icy blues dropped their gaze.
“What did he say?”
He scuffed his toes into the dirt.
“He wanted to know if I’d buy him a slab of beer.”
“And?” I couldn’t express my excitement.
“Well, you see. I spent the last of my money on the train ticket.”
“And?” This time my voice was full of alarm.
“When I told him I had no money left, he said no.”
My face must have betrayed every nuance of shock. I thought Darren would pass any test Dad gave him.
Darren smiled. “On the upside,” he announced. “Your Dad did give me the money for the return trip.”