She was still distracted. She had not finished her work. She was hungry. She was late for the bus. And she was afraid she might slip on the granite steps if she walked too fast. It was still wet from the rain that had fallen earlier.
“Hi.” She heard a voice. She knew who’s it was. She was shocked. She never imagined she would hear his voice again (fantasized, yes, but didn’t expect it)
She turned towards the voice. “Hi.” she responded, unable to hide the surprise from her voice. He got up from the steps and walked towards her. She did not know what to expect.
“I read that story on your blog.”
“Oh?” She chided herself in her mind. Couldn’t she come up with a better response than “Oh?” stupid! stupid!!!
“Is it about me?” he asked. She could not make out the tone of his question. Was he hoping it was about him? Was he angry that she was making a fool of herself all over town? Had he come to tell her to get over it? Or had he come to tell her that yes, he hoped it was about him.
She did not know what to say.
“Please, tell me. Is it about me?”
She looked up into his eyes. She could not find the courage to answer him…
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