That moment passed

Can one moment really make that much difference?

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1. In Passing

     I saw the kind of guy that you notice, you know the one, tall and striking, the one that stands out in a crowd. 

     He looked at me and saw the same thing I did, that we were on a collision course for each other. I didn't care and apparently neither did he. We kept on heading forwards, not moving aside even an inch. We were both good actors, from the outer perspective it looked an accident.

     We ploughed into each other, the books I was carrying clattered to the ground and although we were equally at fault, he apologized. I scrambled to pick up my books, thankful that I hadn't worn the dress as I knelt down. I title flashed past me as it was whisked from my arms, two more followed. 

     "I'll help you with those." He said, ever the gentleman, as I picked up my remaining two books. "Have you been to the library?" he asked, clearly curious about the large number of books I had with me.

     "I have to do some research for an essay." I explained.

     He nodded and pointed down the hall, back the way he had come "which one is your classroom?"

     Classroom? 

     For a moment I almost forgot where I was. I shook her head, trying to clear the slight confusion. "It's this one right here." The room was not two meters away. “I sit at the back" I called back to him as I pushed open the door and led him to the desk. 

     "Thanks." A smile broke as he handed over the books.

     "It's the least I could do. I'll see you later." 

     I couldn't help but hope he would.

 

     As he left the classroom, he smiled to himself. They both knew it hadn't exactly been an accident, but then, who couldn't want to bump into a pretty girl. It was a shame that he was only here for a visit, he'd be leaving tomorrow and the chances were that he wouldn't be coming back. 

     He only got as far as the car park before he turned back and went to wait in the library.

 

     The bell rang and I cleared away my work tucking it into the tiny bag, I was definitely regretting. The back ache would teach me to be wiser next time. As I left the room someone tapped my arm. I spun prepared for almost anything else, anything else but him, but there he was, his arms held open for the books. Not willing to let this opportunity pass, I handed the top three to him and moved away from the door.

     "You didn't wait the whole hour for me did you?" I asked, although of course I hoped he had.

     He smiled "No, I just got out early and thought you might need a hand. So, where to next?" 

     "Oh, just home." Thank goodness it wasn't too far to the bus station as she imagined she'd be getting her books back any minute. 

     "Do you want a ride?" he offered. 

     That certainly wasn't what I had expected, at most I thought he might walk me to the bus station, it didn't matter anyway, I couldn't accept it.

     "I'm not sure, it's not that I don't trust you, but I don't know you." I hoped this wouldn't stop him from at least helping me to the door. 

     "Well, hi, I'm Michael..." he held out his hand for me to shake while balancing the books under his other arm "... and I truly promise that carrying your books is not an elaborate plan to kidnap you." I smiled despite myself and moved my books to shake his hand. It wasn't too far to my house anyway. 

     "Okay." I agreed, just be sure, I decided I would text his registration number to Gee. 

 

     He led her down to his car and set the books down in the back. As she sat down she seemed to be texting someone. Well, so much for getting to know her. But as soon as they left the parking lot she stopped. 

 

     "So, where do you live?" He took his eyes off of the road just for a second to look at me and for some reason I couldn't help but blush.                                         He turned away, a small smile on his lips and I gave him directions. 

     Somehow I found myself telling him about myself, about my dogs and my family. Not anything big, but just little bits of everything. At least it wasn't just me, he talked back. 

     It seemed like only a few minutes, but soon we were parked just down the road from my house, I was still cautious.

     "Thanks for the ride."

 

     She was half way out of the door when he caught her arm and gently pulled back into the car. For a second, she looked a little scared but then he smiled at her and she returned it. 

     "Can I see you again?" He asked, it sounded silly but he couldn't just leave it here. 

     He could see her thinking about it and he just hoped that he hadn't been too rash, but then, he had very little choice. 

 

     In truth, I wish I could continue seeing him now, he was just different. He was probably the only person who had ever been so kind to me.

     "Sure." I handed him a small card with my number on it "Call me." I told him and collected my books from my bag, going down a small to the back of the row so he wouldn't see where I was going. I may have just given him my number but that didn't mean I wasn't cautious.

 

     She left down a side as he watched her from the car. The impulse to kiss her had only just occurred to him. As she'd handed him the card he hadn't been able to stop staring at her mouth and how as she walked away from him, he wished he had. Before he even had time to think he was out of the car and running towards her. He turned her around and pulled her in, the kiss light and gentle.

 

     I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer before he pulled away from me. 

     "I'll call you." He said as he walked back to the car, his smile reflected in my own and his hand raised in a wave. 

     It was crazy, unexpected and totally wonderful. Today was certainly an odd one but I think that perhaps it was the start of something. I walked home, the smile never leaving me for a second.

 

 

     I saw the kind of guy that you notice, you know the one, tall and striking, the one that stands out in a crowd. 

     He looked at me and saw the same thing I did, that we were on a collision course for each other. I didn't care and apparently neither did he. We kept on heading forwards, not moving aside even an inch. We were both good actors, from the outer perspective it looked an accident.

     But then at the very last second, I lost it, and the moment passed along. Today was not the day for being reckless. 

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