Monday, 19 November 2012
I didn't know who she was at the time. She sat down, just like that. I didn't know where she came from or what really led her to sit down in front of me, but I could only smile feeling her presence near me. It's funny. There were plenty of seats at the cafe area of this bookstore for her to choose from, yet she sat where she sat, in front of me. She picked up the magazine left at the table nonchalantly started to flip through it.
To her right were a couple of friends talking about relationship issues. On her left, a zoned out guy rocking his head to the tunes playing through his earphones as he was studying.
As for myself, I had just purchased a book and started to read for a few minutes before she sat down. When she first sat down, I just couldn't read any further. I sat there frozen as she started to skim through the magazine. Wow, such a angelic presence near me! I could not find myself to directly look at her, as if I would be blinded by her beauty; my eyes were glued to the book I was trying to read.
She continued skimming through the magazine for what seemed like ages. The magazine couldn't have been that long, right? Maybe I was hallucinating and it was only a few minutes that passed by, who knows? All I know was, I was sitting with a book in front of me that I just couldn't find myself to read. Man, I'm such a nerd, hiding behind a book. Hiding. Is she hiding behind her that magazine? Wait what am I thinking? Her hiding behind a magazine? Okay I need to slap myself in my face and wake up from dreaming up such a thought. I tried to shake off the thought and put more focus into reading.
She placed the magazine down and stood up, heading out of the bookstore. I looked up a bit too late, only to catch her walking away while I sat there still with my book in my hands. The guy on her left took off his earphones and snapped at me saying, "You should have said hi to her." "What?" I reacted, half trying to play it off. "She was checking you out. Why would she sit down randomly in front of you? Her eyes weren't even looking directly at the magazine when she was flipping through it, they were looking over the magazine towards you. You should have said something to her man."
I stood up and headed for the exit. Where'd she go? I stood outside looking to my right, then my left. She was nowhere to be found, mixed in with the masses of the city.
Hoped you all enjoyed the story. This was a fictional piece I wrote just over a year ago.
From this story though, the question I would like to pose to you all is, has anyone felt like they had a missed opportunity for a possible love connection?