”If you’re going to talk to her then you might as well do it already.” I said to myself, looking at the stranger in the bookstore. She was sitting on the floor in front of a shelf filled with various colors of printed word and her face was hiding behind a tale of lost lives.
“Hey, brunette.” I called to her.
She looked up to me with a far-from-happy look on her face and said back,
“Hey, red head who keeps passing my isle and not looking at the books.” She said back to me, annoyance and satisfaction in her tone.
I shook my head and felt heat rise to my cheeks as I looked down to my poetry book. She had me there. She closed her book and set it back onto the shelve. Her hair was nearly black and her eyes a mint green.
“What brought you here?” I inquired.
“It’s a book store? I came for the books. ”
“It’s much more than a book store.”
“You’re right, it’s my escape.” she laughed.
She looks as if she is struck by something for a moment, and then shook her head.
We started up a conversation that would lead us down a journey of intimate talking about dreams and plans and hobbies and literature and music and breakfast foods and it seemed like we went on for hours and hours walking about the book store just talking.
My hair was straight and pushed behind my ears on the sides and fell down my back. My khakis and black t-shirt seemed like a good idea to pair with my black vans. Her hair was naturally curly and fell to her shoulders. She was wearing a striped shirt and black leggings. Before I knew it the talk was over and we were outside heading to our cars.
“I feel like I know you,” I said standing in the warm spring air.
“Well maybe you do, it wasn’t coincidence we met. Everything happens for a reason and maybe we’ll meet again.” She smiled, and I felt my heart skip again. “It was nice chatting.” and with that she turned and as did I.
I was halfway to my car when I turned and she was looking. I winked at her, and turned back to my car, questioning why my heart was acting the way it was. Was it the coffee?
I reached for my door handle to open it, but then I realized something. I quickly turned around saying “Hey I never got your name-” but, as fast as she’d appeared into my life, she had vanished.
