Awaited destiny

Chapter 2

“Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not because they enjoy solitude. It's because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.” 

― Jodi Picoult, My Sister's Keeper

*Sam*

To say I was exhausted ,would be an understatement. 

"Gosh I am tired! Trust Dr Phillips, to hand us over two case studies and expect that we are smart enough to return them in one hour, and the worst part is that you have finished yours and I am still on my first one ." groaned my class mate and my best friend Rachel as she scribbled on her notebook as fast as she could.

We were sitting in the our college's cafeteria and trying to work as fast as we could so we could hand over our assignments by the next hour.The topics of our case studies were based on the external and internal training in the Human Resource department and so far we were trying to eat and write together.It had been hectic for the class but surprisingly I was pretty good at this and had finished mine before time.

I poked my cold macaroni salad with my fork as I examined the place . It was busy as any day. The students ,teachers all trying to fill up their tummies and relax a bit before their next class started. Maybe all universities cafeterias were like this.

"Well unlike you ,I had completed this assignment in the class while you were too busy goggling at our new student." I snorted as I stole one of her fries.

"Hey, its not my fault Sammy that he is so drop dead gorgeous. Who would  have known that we would get an Italian as a exchange student and an Italian who is tall,dark and has the most finest set of abs I have ever seen." sighed Rachel as she looked up from her notebook to stare at him again while taking a bit of her chicken jalapeno sub.

"He is just okay,I guess and don't call me Sammy for god's sake, its like you are calling a dog." I rolled my eyes in irritation as we both started to wrap up our lunch time.

Soon the college would be over and after two more hours, it will be time for us to head towards our own ways. Mostly everyone would go to their homes where their families would be waiting for them with open arms for their child.I thought bitterly as I watched Rachel's elder brother hug her and take her away in his Mercedes like every other day.

As the day got over when my classes ended, my head was pounding hard.

It was going to rain as I could see clouds getting darker while I walked my way towards my destination. After a five minute walk, I was finally there. As I entered the place, I instantly felt at home. The familiar warm smell of books welcomed me as I hung my raincoat near the Arts section.Yes,I can smell books. People think that's just me sniffing the aroma of librarian's coffee or maybe that's only what just Rachel thinks but I know. Books have their own smell. That amazing smell of pages telling someone about some story they have to share, I love that smell.

As I walked towards my usual nook behind the history shelves, I saw him.

He was there like always.

With his hoodie pulled over his face, I had never seen his face properly but I knew that he was handsome with his muscular arms moving in rhythm over a pad, he always had in his hands.He was an artist and a damn good one with what I knew from the librarian's assistant who stalked beautiful men like him. 

' Beautiful? Really? I can't believe I called him beautiful. A giggle escaped my lips at this thought and I was surprised to see the hood face me. I could see eyes staring at me from the shadow of the hoodie as though his gaze penetrated my soul. I knew he was watching me so I hid myself quickly behind Dan Brown's "Angels and Demons".

I was going through the book when I sensed a presence beside me and heard a deep but hoarse voice say ," Hello", and just with that, something slipped in my lap.

And he was gone.

I saw him pull his hoodie back on as he walked away in quick strides and that's when I glanced at the paper he had slipped.

It was me.

So beautifully sketched that the real me felt envious. It was all there, even the hard to notice details. My high cheekbones, my mole near my lips, my bangs, my scar on my left cheek ......everything. It was Perfect by all means. I loved it and  could'nt believe that even with my face hidden behind the book ,he had sketched me with such finesse.

'That man knew what he did', I thought as I stared at the beauty in my hands.