Two years later, she saw him again


She looked up and the most handsome man she had ever met. He wasn’t perfect by any means. His wavy blond hair had been brushed back, but there was a lock of hair that curled up right at the top of his head. Dark freckles ran over his cheeks and nose, the bottom of the frame for his amber eyes. His stomach came forth a little, he wasn’t in his prime. He was also just as tall as she was, with wide shoulders.

“Yes?” she asked.

“Sorry, but… were you waiting for me?”

Confusion caused her to speak before she could consider what that meant. “No?”

He nodded. “Right. Sorry for bothering you.”

She watched him walk to the other side of the street. Blind date, maybe?

She should have said yes, she realized. Instead, she watched him go.