Surprises's to me

Encounter

I got off my bicycle, looked up at the restaurant name-plate, ‘The Maples’, this is the place. This is Maple’s restaurant. I took a deep breath and slapped my face, “okay!” I shouted out loud. i am ready to talk to the pretty girl. Well…. Not really since I have been very nervous while I was riding my bike. I nearly hit into a mother with a pram on the pavement. Not my day. But worth a try to see if maple is at the restaurant. Crap! I could have called her! This idea just came now. Not point dwelling. I walk toward Maple’s Restaurant front entrance to find Maple. However it was lock, I push it as hard as I can, it did not move at all. Why? Swipe my smart-phone out and tap on the button, ‘13:32,’ printed on the screen. Right! Is closing time, bad timing. Maybe I can go from the back? I walked to the side door, push it ever so slightly. Creak… it is open! To make progress I entered into the restaurant. As I head towards Maple’s office to have a chance of finding her I saw a shadow of a waitress walking towards my direction. Good timing this time! I can ask where Maple is, I opened my mouth and ask, “Excuse me, do you know where Maple is?”

“Silver?” the waitress shadow said in confusion. She picked up her pace to come closer to me in order for us to both see each other faces clearly. Oh! Is Jannet, she has been a waitress at The Maples since it was open, so about 5 years now. As soon as she sees my face clearly she smiled and responded to my previous question, “Maple is in her office, she is interviewing a new staff. But I think she will finish any minute now.”

“Thank you Jannet.”

“You are welcome, I better get to work. See you around.”

“Oh! Good luck with work.” She smiled at me and walked off to the direction I came from. My eyes just automatically followed her as I wondering how she can walk so fast with such tight clothes. While I was thinking someone pass by me, from the edge of my eye I noticed who it was. It is the pretty girl. To make her stop I reach my hand out without hesitating and grab onto the closes thing I can reach to stop her. She stopped and asked demandingly, “What? What do you want?”

“Oh! Sorry, erm… I wanted to say thanks for saving me yesterday. So in order to thank you can I treat you to something?”

She paused for a minute, at the moment I was sure she will say no but in surprise she said, “Right! Sure, my name is Jana.” She reaches her hand out ready for a hand shake. In response I swing my hand out to snatch hers and I said while shaking her hand, “Thanks, I’m Silver.” While I am shaking her hand my heart is thumping so quickly that I thought I have a heart attack and i can't think straight. What is this feeling?