three am.

There was nothing to their meeting. No tragic storm, nor cozy coffee mugs. There were no endless hours shared swapping tragic stories or laughing at each other's joke. They just met on the street, through an unnecessary kind thing done by one of them, and they clicked.

He felt like the photographer, looking for the perfect shot. And finally found it. Click.

She felt like the lonely Lego brick that could never find a place to belong to when suddenly, it just happened. She found another brick that she thought was like her. Click.

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her: It's nice meeting you.

him: You haven't really met me until it's three am and we're all alone.

His thoughts run deep but he chuckles anyway. This girl is pretty. This girl is nice. He didn't want to scare away this girl.

her: I look forward to meeting you then. Three am, tomorrow. Where?

She gives him a smile; a knowing smile. This boy is cute. This boy is kind. She didn't want to have to find another one like this boy.

him: Oh...um... Why not here?

It was extreme; making plans with a girl as if it came as easily to him as breathing. But it was his first extreme in a long time.

her: Under this sign? Sure.

It was definitely extreme; going out at night/morning with a boy. A boy she didn't even know, or in his words, she hasn't even met. But it was one of those extremes that she believed she won't regret.

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© Justine Hernandez