For the first time, my heart beat frantically, nervously. I was not aware of how long I had remained stunned and bewildered. Nor had I noticed the fact that I was lying down—not until she saved me from it: saved me from looking like an idiot.
She held me and helped me up on my feet. And all I did was look into her face and just allow her to hold me. I was speechless until she snapped her fingers in an attempt to verify that I still had my senses, and woke me up from day dream wandering, and then said
"I'm really sorry, I didn't know that there was someone walking in the middle of this road, plus this road has a right turn sign. You should have walked on the walk way rather than on the road way. You are lucky that it was just me who hit you with my old bike. But really, I am sorry."
I saw that I had actually, and unknowingly, stepped quit a ways off the walkway and had proceeded well into the street, having been distracted by the beautiful scenery that surrounded me. There was obviously no defense for what I now realized to be my mistake
"It's ok, sure thing. I am fine. See? My arms and legs are still working. You're right; walk on the walkway next time."
I timidly smiled as I raise my arms and kicked my legs to show her that I was okay.
"What are you doing here? I mean, you don't look familiar at all. You seem new. What brings you to a remote and wooded place like this?"
I asked, while helping her with her bicycle.
"Wheh! Slow down. That's a lot of questions."
she smiled then continued
"I always come here, but only during fall to paint..."
"You're an artist then" I cut in as she goes on talking
"In some way, I guess I am. Still studying actually—fine arts."
I smiled, and asked more.
"That's pretty interesting. So, where are you staying?"
She was already standing beside her bike and seemed ready to take off.
"I am staying at this B&B, a Bed and Breakfast that is located just a few miles away from here. If you are a local here I think you already know where it is."
She readied herself onto her bicycle,
"I should go. Again, I'm really sorry for hitting on you..."
"Hitting on me?"
I interrupted, again, but out of surprise this time.
"Oh, not that hitting on you kind of thing but ahmmm, almost killing you."
she smiled shyly yet seemed taunting in her reply.
"I'm still alive, luckily. It is nice being hit by you, I mean, meeting you." "So, I guess I'll just see you around then. Well, that if it's cool with you"
I strongly said. I kind of wanted to beg her to say yes, because at that moment I was not so sure if she would say yes or no. That is, until I got her reply, and it jolted me,
"You know where I am staying."
Then she pedaled her bike away from me.
"So, is that a yes?"
I paused, and then remembered,
"Oh! You did not give me your name!"
I yelled out to her as she quickly grew more and more distant while rushing down the road. I kind of shrieked, hoping that she could clearly hear what I was asking her, because she was already well away from me.
"Yes, and its Kate."
She answered back without looking at me, or, I guess, while hiding her smiles.
