"You brought me back to life and filled my lungs with air, rescuing me from the brink of death."
His whisper wraps around me like a gentle embrace, filling me with a sense of euphoria and pulling me into a state of bliss.
"Your love is my lifeline."...
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Aaliyah
Taking a few deep breaths, I pop a piece of minty gum into my mouth, desperate to rid myself of the foul smell that still lingers. The refreshing flavor instantly hits my senses and I feel a wave of relief wash over me. No one here will ever know about the vomit fiasco — except for hot mystery man — as long as this gum does its job.
"So you're telling me that a cute guy held your hair back as you were throwing up, and you didn't bother to ask for his name?" Savannah asks, astonished.
"Yup." I reply, popping the p. "But to be fair, he didn't ask for mine either."
We stand at the side of the building, waiting in the short line to go through security before entering the venue. I keep my eyes peeled for a pair of dark eyes, hoping that I will have the chance to see them again.
"Missed opportunities," Sora shakes her head in disappointment, "he was really hot too."
I groan in regret, taking a couple steps further as the line grows shorter. "Now I feel bad."
"Well you should." Savannah says, causing Sora to smack her shoulder.
"No, you shouldn't," Sora states, side-eyeing Savannah, "you vomited in front of him. If I were in your position, I would have been too mortified to speak at all."
I try to find comfort in her words, but to no avail. I should have at least asked for his name, because then maybe we would have hit it off and talked more. But I'm probably just wishful thinking. He left as quickly as he could after making sure I was okay — there is no way he would have found the girl vomiting in the bushes attractive.
"How are you feeling, though?" Sora questions, and I'm thankful for the change in topic.
"I feel so much better," I respond truthfully.
Even though I hate to admit it, throwing up definitely worked out in my favor as I feel completely fine now. My tendency to get sick in the most inconvenient places has led me to some wild situations with some interesting people, but never have I been so unfortunate as to do so in front of the most attractive person I have ever laid eyes on. It is a moment that I'm trying to will myself to forget for the rest of the night, but I find it quite difficult when all I can focus on is a pair of dark brown eyes.
I can't help but feel confused as to why I'm so flustered over one small interaction. Sure, he did hold my hair back while I was throwing up, and yes, he was insanely attractive, but that shouldn't be enough to make me feel this way. It's not like we had a deep conversation or anything, he only spoke a few words before leaving.
Perhaps it was the combination of his attractiveness and his kindness in my moment of vulnerability that made our interaction so memorable. Normally, I am confident and in control when talking to attractive men, but this time, I find myself caught off guard and flustered.
