It's Never As Eazy As It Seems

Lost In his Aura

How do I even get around in this damn city? I scream inside my head ,irritated that I can't find my way ...

To be fair I've only been in America for about 5 months. So easily you can see why I've been getting around so badly... I'm from a little town in South Africa ( a whole other continent away from where I am now)

I am a short girl maybe around 5"2 ... I've been a dancer since I was 5 so my body is okay (despite all the junk food i scarf down..yeah not very ladylike I know) I have Italian blood in me because my mother's family is part Italian.. so I have long black silky hair (it reaches my lower back) , fare skin and soft bambi-like eyes... I guess my looks are okay but I'm seriously getting off track...

Riiight .. so back to why I was in America... I actually came in search for a place where my dreams of being a musician could flourish and it's going good so far.... if only I could get around properly..well my navigation skills aren't that amazing to be fair

While walking on one of the many streets in Oakland... I trip .. and fall.. OVER NOTHING!!!!! ( yeah I know I'm a genius like that , freaken amazing) Just before I hit the ground a tall figure appears out of nowhere, grabs my waist and steadies me ... but this "tall figure" kinda forgot about my bag and all my shit spilled  out  onto the sidewalk.....

"Gee thaaaanks" I say ... note the sarcasm? Well done! A cookie for you !         
"Well sorry for catching you and not letting you crash face first to the ground... you don't have to be a bitch about it" he remarks
"Hey... I'm sorry.. I didn't meant it like that" I whispered suddenly realizing like what a bitch I sounded like.... He looked at me with his piercing eyes ,a curious expression passing over his face ... "It's okay.. just be careful..Next time don't fall over..nothing" he chuckles
I glare at him and he stops.. "Well .. uhmm.. my name's Skye" I say "And my name's..." he stops and takes off his dark shades..."My name's Gerald" he says and I stared....
I know staring is rude I mean my mom did teach me manners (shocker right?) but  I couldn't help myself...
"Is something on my face?" he asks and rubs his face with his palms... Guess I was staring too long
I let out an embarrassingly unattractive laugh and whispered "No you just look like very familiar" He looked back at me with wide eyes "You mean.. you don't" he tries to say but stops himself
Well beautiful awkward turtles are now swimming in the air  all around this conversation so I think it was time for me to end it..
"Well I guess I better .. uhmm.. get going" I stutter
He looks at me with a weird expression on his face , then he smiles and walks in the other direction..not even bothering to say goodbye

10 minutes later ,I'm left standing in that exact same position and while I daydream I realize that... oh poop my stuff is still sprawled all over the sidewalk
Yeah ADHD is really intoxicating my brain right now