Talk To Me

9

Bradley tried to take another sip of his hot coffee, but couldn't, his hand shaking with anticipation. It was the big day. Waking up with that dream hadn't helped him at all, although to be clear, that was more of sort of memory, it just popped up in his mind while he was sleeping. He shook his head to stop thinking about it, the last thing he wanted was to reminisce about his high school years. Which rarely came back to his mind, only depending on the situation. He wanted to trust on her, he should, because seemed that she did it.

As the hours passed during the day, the more he regretted the agreement, this wasn't right. Okay, he hadn't given it much thought, he accepted because of the pressure of the moment, because of Stefani. Now that it is very close to happening it feels more real.

5:50 p.m.

He is walking around the apartment, scratching his head, drinking water and shaking. Possibly he had never had such anxiety, even though he had had other bad experiences in his youth. He hasn't even cut his hair or shaved his beard completely, it's too late. The worst thing is that everything was so rushed that they had not even agreed how they would go, nor did they have their cell numbers to be able to locate each other more easily and they had not even physically described themselves. How did they not think of any of that? And just at this moment he realized that. It must have been the emotion, he thinks. It was all very poorly planned. Although, regarding the last complaint, about describing, he personally believed that in that way there would be no surprise when meeting for the first time.

5:55 p.m.

He was still lying on his bed looking at nothing. He saw the time on his watch and no, he couldn't leave it like that. He went to look in the mirror, washed his face and said to himself "Yes I can", took a last breath and went to get the keys.

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When he was already walking on the sidewalk of the park the small currents of nerves return and he was almost about to take a step back and go home, but he forces himself to continue on his way. There aren't many people in the park and, scared, he hides behind a tree, with a direct view of the central monument, he sees the few people go by, he supposes that this way it won't be difficult to visually locate her. He sees a tall girl with long hair who walks with headphones on, he watches her and then she approaches a boy who was sitting on one of the benches, they hug and share a kiss.

No, it's definitely not her.

After a few minutes another girl appears walking slowly, heading to the center and looking to the sides. She was short, blonde hair that seemed to have been dyed for a few months since the dark roots were showing, she was wearing jean shorts and a tank top. As she headed towards the center of the park, he positioned himself in an area where he could observe her better, he did it from head to toe, he wasn't close enough to see her face, but he was content to see her body. Wow, her shoulders were slightly tanned by this sunny season, the bra that supported her breasts was notorious for the light fabric, but they did make them look good, pronounced hips and thick, short legs that fit her height. Nice legs, he thought. It has to be her, she seemed to be looking for him and every so often she checked her cell phone, apparently to see the time and confirm that he already had to be there.

And now that?

He would come over and greet her like "Hi I'm Chris from the website, you must be Stefani right? what's up? let's talk yeah? That was not in his books, and never would be. He didn't understand how others had the facility for this, but now he felt panic. He dared not even take a step closer. And now that his mind was speeding up, he realized that this was dangerous, she only planned to meet a person she had never seen in her life. Apparently, she did trust him a lot, and at least this was a public place.