Her Ideal Boy

His name is.....

Both girls were sitting in the bustling cafeteria, engrossed in their conversation, unaware that lunch hour had slipped away. The sudden clang of the warning bell jolted them back to reality, signaling the immediate start of the next class. "Oh no!" Keith exclaimed, eyes wide with realization.

In a flurry of motion, they gathered their belongings and dashed towards their classroom, situated on the fifth floor. The corridors echoed with their hurried footsteps, their hearts pounding in sync with their frantic pace. In the midst of their rush, Keith's ID card slipped from her grasp, unnoticed amidst the chaos.

Arriving five minutes late, they were met with the stern gaze of their professor. "You're late," he chided, but with a wave of his hand, allowed them to take their seats. Keith sank into her chair, trying to catch her breath, when a sudden thought struck her. She patted her pockets and rummaged through her bag, but her ID card was nowhere to be found. "Oh no!" she whispered to herself, panic rising in her chest.

Rose, noticing her friend's distress, leaned over. "What's wrong?" she asked in a hushed tone.

"I dropped my ID card. How am I supposed to get into the library now? It's mandatory!" Keith explained, her voice tinged with worry.

Rose gave her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, babe. We'll find it. It can't have gone far."

Despite Rose's comforting words, Keith's mind was clouded with anxiety throughout the lecture. The professor's words seemed to drift past her, barely registering as she fretted over the lost ID card. As soon as the lecture ended, she darted out of the classroom, retracing her steps to the cafeteria, hoping against hope to find her lost possession.

The cafeteria, now mostly deserted, felt eerie in its emptiness. Keith scanned the area where they had sat, her eyes desperately searching for the missing card. She crouched down, peering under tables and chairs, frustration mounting with each passing second. Just as she was about to give up, a deep voice resonated from behind her.

"Is this yours?"

Startled, Keith spun around to face the speaker. Her breath caught in her throat as she found herself looking into the eyes of the mystery boy who had occupied her thoughts for weeks. He stood there, holding her ID card, a slight smile playing on his lips.

For a moment, she was rendered speechless, her mind racing to process the unexpected encounter. Summoning her courage, she managed to reply, "Yes, it is mine."

"Keith," he said, glancing at the name on the card before handing it to her.

"Yes," Keith repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm Zachariah, by the way," he introduced himself, his voice smooth and calm.

"Thank you, Zachariah," Keith replied, her heart pounding so hard she was sure he could hear it. Zachariah gave her a small nod and a friendly smile before turning to leave, his presence lingering like a gentle breeze.

Keith stood there, stunned, watching him walk away. The universe, in its mysterious ways, had granted her the chance to learn his name without any effort on her part. Her heart swelled with a mix of excitement and disbelief, her pulse still racing from the unexpected interaction.

As she made her way to her next class, the butterflies in her stomach continued their wild dance. She replayed the encounter over and over in her mind, each detail etched vividly in her memory. The rest of the day passed in a haze, her thoughts consumed by Zachariah and the serendipitous moment they had shared.

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That evening, back in her cozy loft-turned-bedroom, Keith sat at her desk, her journal open before her. The events of the day had left her both exhilarated and introspective. She picked up her pen and began to write, pouring her thoughts and emotions onto the paper.