“Knight in Shining Armor”
English 296, Section 1
December 14, 1998
Nadia Booker stared at her computer screen, smiling as she typed her e-mail message to Cristoffer St. John. She and Cristoffer had been communicating via the Internet chat rooms for six months now. Before meeting Cristoffer, Nadia had always thought of the people in chat rooms as fakes, pretending to be something they weren’t. But Cristoffer had totally changed her way of thinking. He had always been so open and honest with her. They had even exchanged pictures. Today, Nadia and Cristoffer would meet face to face for the very first time. Nadia couldn’t wait. According to the picture Cristoffer had sent, he was knock out gorgeous. She could remember his bright hazel blue eyes. His short curly jet-black hair. His creamy golden brown complexion. She would never forget his smile, the smile that would make the angels in heaven think that he was one of them. Her dream man. Nadia longed for the day when she and Cristoffer would finally meet. Today was that day. She focused her moss green eyes on the computer screen and rested her slender fingers on the keyboard, reading Cristoffer’s message with anxious eyes. “I will meet you tonight at the airport”, his message read, Nadia licking her lips in delight. “I will be dressed in a double-breasted black suit with a sign around my neck that reads, ‘In search of love” Nadia blushed. Her stomach fluttered with excitement. Cristoffer would be arriving in New Castle Beach at nine o’clock. That gave her eight hours to get ready.
That day, Nadia drove around the suburban city in her shiny black Benz convertible excited over the fact of finally meeting Cristoffer. He seemed to be the perfect man. He was in his late twenties like herself. He worked for a prestigious law firm. He said he was the youngest, yet highest paid, lawyers in New York. His grandparents left millions of dollars at their death, which he inherited when he turned twenty-one. He owned three cars: A Benz, a Porsche, and a Rolls Royce. He even lived in a spacious mansion. Nadia couldn’t figure out how a man like him, who seemed to have everything to offer a woman, could possibly be single. She was nowhere near as wealthy as Cristoffer. She was well off for her age. Her parents saw to that. Her mother was a well-known plastic surgeon. Her father was a lawyer. Anything Nadia wanted, they provided. Nadia and her parents lived on Celestial Springs Drive, a highly prestigious neighborhood in New Castle Beach. She didn’t live in a mansion, just a fancy Victorian style home. Sure, she drove a Benz, but it was two years old. Suddenly she began to come down off her imaginary high and reality reared its ugly head. What if Cristoffer saw her in person and didn’t like her? As she slowed for a yellow light, she felt the smile she had been wearing all day begin to fade. What if Cristoffer didn’t think that she was wealthy enough for him? She nervously ran her free hand through her long glossy honey blonde hair and frowned. What if he didn’t like her because she wasn’t independent like he was? Then, a frightening thought struck her like a lightening bolt would a tree. What if Cristoffer wasn’t rich at all?
That evening Nadia dressed in a red ankle length silk slip dress that seemed to accent every curve of her perfect size six figure. Her hair hang freely down her back like a silken waterfall. She smiled as her reflection in the full-length mirror in her bedroom. Her creamy perfectly tanned skin seemed to glisten in the light of her room. “Nadia, you look absolutely scrumptious,” she told herself with a seductive smile. “Poor Cristoffer will be putty in your hands.” She closed her eyes and began to picture herself meeting Cristoffer at the airport. She could see him running to her, taking her in his arms and holding her. She could hear him tell her that he would move to New Castle Beach just to be with her. And they would start a life together. Mr. and Mrs. Cristoffer St. John. God, she loved the sound of that. And Cristoffer would belong to her. Then the sound of her alarm clock snapped her back to reality. She had almost forgotten that she had set it so that she wouldn’t be late meeting Cristoffer. She smiled at her reflection once more, then hurried out of her bedroom. Her destiny awaited.
At the airport, Nadia could feel all eyes on her as she stood waiting for Cristoffer. Every so often she would glance at the gold watch on her slender wrist and feel her heart faint. Maybe all of this was a mistake. Maybe Cristoffer was a fake too, and he couldn’t bring himself to see her because all the stuff he had told her was a lie. That would hurt. She trusted Cristoffer, but the very thought of him not showing up at all was replacing that trust with doubt. She hugged herself as she stood in the lobby of the vast airport, watching the passenger entrance, praying that Cristoffer would walk through that gate. Just as Nadia was about to throw up her hands in surrender and leave, in walked the most perfect black man. Nadia couldn’t take her eyes off of him. He was dressed in a double-breasted black suit, a black leather shoulder bag hang at his side. There was a sign around his neck, but it was turned backwards. “Could he be?” Nadia thought to herself as her eyes followed the handsome stranger across the lobby. He caught her staring. Nadia tried to redirect her attention, but she couldn’t. This guy was captivatingly handsome. He winked at her. Nadia blushed and looked down at the ground. She looked up again, only to see him headed in the direction of the courtesy desk. Nadia had every intention to follow him, but she couldn’t. She was supposed to be waiting for Cristoffer. The last person to come through the passenger entrance after the handsome stranger was a little girl. Nadia shook her head. She should have known better than to believe in Internet romances. Just as she was about to leave, she heard her name being called over the loudspeaker. “Nadia Booker, could you please come to the courtesy desk?” The female voice said, sending Nadia’s heart soaring once again. Maybe Cristoffer’s flight had been delayed. That would be perfect. Atleast then she would know that Cristoffer wasn’t a liar. She quickly made her way to the courtesy desk, only to find the handsome stranger standing there. Nadia felt herself go red all over. She forced herself to focus her attention on the courtesy desk clerk, though her eyes wanted to remain focused on the man standing next to her. “Hi, I’m Nadia Booker.” She nervously told the clerk, her eyes stealing quick glimpses of the man. The courtesy clerk smiled and gave the man a nod. Nadia turned to look at the man, her face fixed in an expression of confusion. He smiled and rested his hand on the sign. Turned it around. Nadia read the words in amazement. ‘In search of love’. “Cristoffer?” She muttered, her eyes wide with surprise. He reached out his arms to hug her. “Hi Nadia.” He greeted in his deep baritone voice. They pulled apart, Nadia looking up at him with eyes of pain. “You look nothing like the picture.” She told him, staring into his hazel brown eyes. He smiled. “I know. Nadia, when I saw your picture, I knew that I wanted to be with you. But I thought that if you knew that I was black, you wouldn’t want to talk to me. So, I found an old picture of my friend and sent it to you. I hope you’re not too upset with me. I had good intentions.” Nadia frowned. “Cristoffer, you don’t understand. You lied to me. You made me think that you were somebody that you’re obviously not. Cristoffer, it may have been your words that I fell in love with, but it was you friend’s face that made me love those words.” Cristoffer looked hurt. “So what are you saying? That we can’t be together.” Nadia fought back tears. “Yes. Our friendship has been based on lies, Cristoffer. I don’t know if I can ever trust you.” Cristoffer stared into her eyes. He had really messed up. Nadia shook her head in disbelief. “I trusted you.” She managed to say, before turning and running out of the crowded airport. Cristoffer tried to call her back. But it was no use. She was gone. He glanced down at the sign which hang around his neck. Knowing that his chances with Nadia were screwed, he ripped the sign from his neck and threw it into the nearest trash. If only she could have seen past their differences.