When Two People See Each Other

Zero

Sorry if I make a mistake somewhere, I'm not a native speaker. I carn't spell (pun intended) difficult words. Feel free to correct my happy accidents, mate!

I saw her... Or him? I saw them standing there, across the road. The cars magically dissapeared somewhere and it was quiet. I even paused my music and hopped off the sidewalk, straight into the road. There was actually no one left. It just stopped raining and the sunset was doing its thing somewhere at the west. They were looking at me with those big, shiny, deep eyes. Straight at my face. I crossed the road, and stopped right in front of them. Turns out, their name was Florian. Like the yoghurt.

His hair was long, and he was shining like the sun. Something made me look at him and something made him walk towards me. Right across the road. His face was lit up
with the colours of the sunset, the shirt he was wearing also changed its colour because of the sun. I paused my music and continued examining his big, blue eyes, which always led to his long, curly, blonde hair. He looked like Robert Plant, except... Shyer? There he was, standing there, gazing at me. Looks like his name really was Robert.

What if an "I was born in the wrong generation" kind of person, meets a person, that's basically the same?

"Are you free today?" said Robert, running his hand through his thick hair with zero nervousness.

"Absolutely," Florian replied. However, they were a bit nervous. But just a little bit, a lot less, than with other people.

"Shall we go for a walk, mate?" he punched their shoulder lightly, that's why Florian's pale cheeks lit up with a sweet shade of pink, and they shrinked silently.

"Yes, let's go."

"By the way, Rob, what were you listening to?"

"I decided to give Ram a listen after a while..." Robert smiled at his pocket, where his phone was.

"Is it a song? An album?" Florian asked again.

"An album."

"I don't know it."

"It's Paul's solo album from 1971,"

"Paul McCartney?"

"Yes, him."

"1971... That's when Meddle came out."

"Meddle?"

"Pink Floyd."

"Oh, right. I know them. I've heard Dark side and The Wall. "
Florian started giggling.

"You have to give their early stuff a listen."

"I will, sure." he was not going to. Until...

"Rob, you wanna come over sometime? I've got al lot vinyls we can listen to."

Yes! He wanted that. It's a bit weird, that a person trusts him so much they want to invite him over, after they just met.

"Sure, we can go sometime." it was all perfect. Too perfect. Too perfect for the weather to not ruin it for them.

Hundreds and thousands of raindrops! Boom! Florian jumped in surprise. Then he jumped towards Robert to hide in his clothing.

"Aahh, have you got an umbrella or something?" they cried.

"I don't, now, where do we go?!" Robert said back, covering Florian's head with one arm and placing the second one on his back.

"To my place, it's not far from here!" they streamed towards a random to Robert direction as fast as possible, and pulled him there.