The second first time they met was a one in a million chance. It had only further convinced Sol that they had to be fated to be together.
She had no idea how she spotted him. Now working a 9 to 5, the hostess dream long gone and the degree given up for ages, faces meshed into one as she passed hundreds of thousands of people on her commute to and from her job.
No. It was him, sitting idle in a coffee shop. He looked now transcendently handsome, the couple of years doing him an invaluable justice. If Sol thought he was beautiful before, he was an angel itself now.
She knew her boss was going to give her shit. She knew she needed the money from today's shift. But it didn't matter right now.
Abandoning her usual route, she ran mindlessly onto the traffic, miraculously crossing the road unscathed and frantically rushing into the otherwise calm coffee shop.
His attention shifted to the door, as did everyone's. Sol looked at him for the first time in years with wide eyes, and let out a noise.
She timidly walked over to his outstretched arms, and collapsed into them, sobbing.
