OVER AGAIN

AGAIN

"You seem to be having fun at the counter; who is he? I saw you flirting," Theresa yelled from one of the aisles.

"Oh, it was just a customer. I wasn't flirting; he made me laugh. He wasㅡ."

Eurydice felt as if she missed something essential; she suddenly got the impression of being lost.

Why did she feel as though someone had stolen something from her?

A sensitive being, Eurydice was overwhelmed by the urge to cry, like a child deprived of her favorite candy or toy.

"Eurydice, are you okay?" Theresa asked as she arrived at the counter.

"Oh, look, it seems like your customer forgot something, doctor Braxton Willams," Theresa read, holding up the card.

"Theresa, his service card, he forgot it," Eurydice snatched it and ran out of the store, hoping to see the doctor in the street, but he was gone.

"Good morning, doctor Williams."

"Good morning Pat, have I got any calls?"

"Yes, a certain Eurydice Nixon called and said you forgot your service card at her bookstore. Should I call to tell her we'll send a carrier?"

"No, tell her I'll pick it up after my shift."

Sometimes it's worth forcing one's luck, Braxton thought. Eurydice's images floated in his mind, her small face, laugh, and finally, her long curly black hair she wore in a loose braid, seducing him. The doctor liked the woman all at once.

"Eurydice, I don't think he'll come," Theresa said.

The two women stood in front of the closed bookstore. The night was cold; the women shivered and stepped their feet to chase the chill.

"He will; I'm sure he will."

Eurydice said the words hoping they were correct. Thoughts of the man distracted her all day. They only spoke for a few minutes. Still, the doctor left a strong imprint, which made the woman's heart flutter.

Theresa blew on her hands to warm them, "I'm going to be late for my date with Paul; I'm sorry, love, I can't keep him waiting any longer."

"Go, I'll be fine," Eurydice promoted. Theresa searched a long time for her perfect match, from blind dates to dating websites; the woman gave her all to find Paul, the meticulous Chef.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, go," Eurydice said as she redirected Theresa's shoulders in the bus shelter's direction.

Eurydice, on the other hand, preferred living love through the characters of the story she read. In relationships, she was always the one to get hurt. Time taught her to be patient; there was no use forcing destiny in her case. Theresa's story gave Eurydice hope; perhaps there was someone for her too. Clumsy and shy by nature, she wished the person, whoever he was, would make the first step.

So she waited.

Theresa turned to give her a hug, "okay, see you tomorrow, take care and use a whistle if there's a problem."

"There won't be any, and you needn't come."

"Hey, what kind of best friend would I be if I don't help you out? See you tomorrow."

Theresa trotted off, and Eurydice remained under the store's pouch gazing at the stars.

"Pretty, aren't they?" A voice that made her jump said," sorry, I got caught up in traffic."

"Gosh, I almost had a heart attack."

"This must be providence. Thank goodness I'm a doctor."

Eurydice smiled, "here's your card, Dr. Willams."