She was walking toward me, head turned up, lost in the trees. I was lost in her. Her quiet, sure, steps. Her strong brown arms wrapped tightly around a stack of books. The large red sunglasses hiding her dark eyes.
I nearly tripped over my own feet, shamelessly staring at her. My heartbeat ratcheting, the sweat dripping down my neck, everything in slow motion. I wanted to say something. Anything. But I don't want to interrupt her moment. Her, so transfixed in the world, me transfixed by her.
I have no business ruining that.
But then it is ruined. A hulking manchild wearing his fraternity letters jogs up to her, stopping her where she stands. Her forehead creases, I can see the confusion from here. Her arms tightening around her books, straining the emerald blouse.
Her peace is sucked back up into the trees. He should've known, her moment did not include him. He hasn't stopped talking since he approached. She hasn't said a word. Her scowl deepening. This guy isn't quitting.
I'm nearly to them now, and I do something I've never recognized in myself. I walk straight up to the pair, ignoring him altogether, holding her gaze. Cheerful and confident, I ask,
"Hey! I missed you in class, wanna walk to the library and we can go over my notes?" My heart flies faster at that moment than it's ever done in my entire life.