Heart Over Heels

Chapter 3

The sun had barely risen over the city, casting a golden hue on the bustling streets as I stood outside a coffee shop, tapping my foot impatiently.

I was dressed in my usual laid-back style-jeans, a graphic tee, and sneakers-my tousled hair bouncing slightly with every movement.

Today was supposed to be an adventure, a day filled with laughter and surprises, but all I could think about was how late Jake was.

"Where are you, man?" I muttered under his breath, glancing at my phone for the umpteenth time. I had plans-a spontaneous road trip, good music, and maybe a little mischief. But I needed Jake to kick things off.

Just then,

Then.

I noticed a woman with long brown hair cascading over her shoulders approaching. She wore a sleek black dress that hugged her curves perfectly, exuding a quiet confidence. My heart skipped a beat; for a moment, I thought she might be the adventure he was waiting for.

"Hey! Ready for the adventure?" I called out, flashing my grin.

The woman stopped in my tracks, blinking in confusion. It was Emma, but I didn't recognize her at first. Damn! She's transformed nothing but all.

Okay.

She was there in reunion this year. Oh god? How??

She had just escaped the awkwardness of her high school reunion and was still grappling with the flood of emotions that came with it everything is written on her face right now.

"Adventure? I think you've got the wrong person," she said, her brow furrowing as she assessed his casual demeanor.

I laughed, the sound warm and inviting. "No way! You look like someone who could use some spontaneity! Come on, live a little!"

She hesitated. Maybe because she had just survived a challenging night, full of memories she wasn't ready to face. "I appreciate the offer," she replied slowly, "but I'm really not-"

"Not what?" I interrupted, tilting my head playfully. "Not ready to seize the day? Not ready to break free from your comfort zone? Not ready to have some fun?"

My enthusiasm was infectious, and despite herself, she felt a flicker of excitement. "Well... I just had a pretty wild night," she admitted, glancing back toward the bar where the reunion had taken place.

"Exactly! You're already halfway there!" I exclaimed, stepping closer with an encouraging smile. "Come on! One spontaneous decision won't hurt!"

Somewhere she felt a strange pull between her desire to retreat into safety and the thrill I offered.

She took a deep breath.

"Okay... but only if you promise not to let me regret it."

I extended my hand dramatically. "Deal! I'm Max, by the way."

"Yeah, how can I forget-you were always a magnet for trouble," she replied with a smirk.

I was surprised but laughed it off, assuming she was just playing along.

Minutes later, she found herself sliding into the passenger seat of his beat-up hatchback, a car that looked like it had seen better days. The sun was higher now, the day brimming with the scent of freedom and possibility.

"First stop, coffee!" I declared, cranking up the radio to a lively tune. I glanced over at Emma, who was still trying to process how she'd ended up there. "You ready for some caffeine?"

"Always," she replied, laughing as I hit the gas and we sped off.

We pulled up to a quirky café adorned with colorful murals. I, Max, ever the blogger, grabbed my phone and began recording.