A Christmas Encounter

One crisp December morning, I was walking through town as the sun tiredly rose over the pink and purple clouds. I was lost in thought, when suddenly, I collided with a black coat and briefcase.

I glanced up to a hardened face with dark, tired eyes. I apologised, and his facade faltered for a second, a glimpse of softness, and we parted ways.

3 weeks later, I arrived at my mother's annual Christmas party. While putting away my coat, a large hand appeared next to mine with a coat I seemed to recognise.

''I hoped I would bump into you again''