Crossed Fingers

7. The Urge

Hey! how are all you readers doing? Are you guys enjoying our story? I hope you are cause we're sharing it just for you! well here you are, chapter 7!

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Chapter Seven

(Emma's POV)

Still staring at him with wide eyes, my mouth still stays agape like a fish. I know this man who is standing in front of me in his suit and tie isn't a celebrity or any famous people, but something inside me makes me think that he is my soon-to-be love of my life, my soulmate. Maybe it's just my hormones. Ugh.

I don't believe in love at first sight, but I have no words in this situation. This is a rare chance, I can't let go of him again like six months ago. if i do, i might just drive myself crazy .... AGAIN!

"Yes, YES I AM!" I exclaim loudly. Then I realize that we are at a cafe. Everyone whips their heads towards my voice, and I blush deeply. Damn my overacting way!

I look back at him, still embarrassed of myself. I thought he would grimace at my reaction, but he just giggles at me.Thank god, his facial expression shows no disgust, to my surprise.

"You're so cute, Emma." he continue his fits of hysterics.

My whole body freezes. Did he just call me cute or it was just me hallucinating all these? No one has actually called my annoying self cute, most 'compliments' i get are hyper and enthusiastic. 'Cute' and 'Emma' never fited together in a sentence, until now.

I scoffs at his words, only getting giggle as a comeback. Okay this guy might be a jerk sometimes because he can't stop laughing at me for almost five minutes. When he still didn't stop, I facepalm myself.

"Laugh once more and I will punch you in the face, hard!" I stand back and pose a karate stunt. Unfortunately that makes him laugh harder. I think it's time to crack my knuckles.

"I am so sorry." He clutches his stomach and controls his laughter. When he is done, he stands up straight and faces me with a cheeky grin on his face. "Guess we meet again."

Yes and I am so happy oh my god oh my god oh my god.

"How are you?" His raspy voice never fail makes my heart melt.

"G-good." I smile. "What about you?"

He shakes his head. "Not really. Been very busy at work. I have no time to relax. Got to get back to work after this but I am here to buy some donuts. Can you believe it? Donuts for lunch."

"I feel you, because I have loads of stuffs to do in my college sometimes so I just got to skip lunch." I say.

"You're in college?" He raises an eyebrow at me.

"Yeah." I say. "A medical degree student, in University of Nevada."

"Cool." The corner of his lips curl up.

"What about you?" I ask.

"I am a marketing manager in The Heathers company."

I shake my head, not knowing the company. Maybe it is located here somewhere. Before I could say anything, his back is already facing me, ordering his donuts by the counter. While I was queuing behind him, I take in his profile. He is about a head taller than me, dark tousled hair, his lean and muscular body. Although I can't see his eyes from his back, his beautiful set of brown eyes still stay clear in my mind.

"Thank you, please come again." The staff says to him after paying for his donuts. Before he takes another step away from the line, he turns around and faces me once more. His tall figure towering over me.

"It's nice talking to you. Hope to see you soon." He has a warm smile plastered on his face. "Bye, Emma."

The way he spits my name out of his mouth makes me want to get to know him more. He just bid me goodbye, but I don't want him to go, not again. I felt the urge to call out to him, ask him to wait so we can chat more, but I didn't. I really don't want to lose this second chance, perhaps the last time.

By the time I am snap back to present, he is already pulling on the door, ready to leave. But I call him out this time.

"Hey, wait!"

He turns his head to my direction so fast that I am afraid he might snap his head. His gaze mirrors mine, as if not wanting our conversation to end. I swallow the lump in my throat before I speak.

"You haven't tell me your name."

He pauses for a while, standing by the half-opened door. His gaze never left mine until he reveals his name.

"Samuel. Call me Sam." Then he walks out.

That's it. Second chance is gone. At least I am thrill to be able to meet him and talk to him again. At least I know his name. At least I know he eats donuts for lunch. Gee.

My smile faded when I realize I didn't do something important. Something that will offer me another chance. I mentally hit my head, real hard.

I haven't got his number.

Oh stupid, stupid me.

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Is chapter 7 ok? Well i think many of us have face situition like this, everyone has the urge to do something once. but do you think Emma's Urge could lead her to another chance? Well i personally hope she will !

-Lynn