Beautiful Stranger

Two

“Are you sure I can come?” Hannah was on the other line. I was browsing my sister’s closet for clothes even though mine were just in the next room. I don’t know, maybe I was trying to escape me by not being me; not wearing my clothes, not putting on my make-up, not using my phone. Hannah is a professional photographer for this magazine, Chalk. Her assignment for today is the Dance Competition in the Park. I don’t know how to dance, I don’t want to dance, but it is fun watching other people do what you don’t want to do. It is like, “why do I have to if they’re already there to do what’s asked of me?”

“Of course. I’m here.” She hung up the phone and after seven seconds, I heard her car’s horn waking up the whole community.

I slipped on a green blouse. My sister was taller than me so the blouse fell past my butt. I then wore white leggings and silver sandals. I taped a note on the mirror beside my sister’s bedroom door and went to Hannah’s car.

It is a funny thing, this destiny. One minute it’ll throw your life to the disgusting corners of the earth, the next it’ll send someone amazingly mysterious to pick you up.

He was there.

Dancing gracefully sexy and appealing in the stage was that guy. I was in the front row, thanks to Hannah, and my jaw-dropped when he entered the stage. Sadly he was with this crew, The Tenth, so I didn’t get his name. He looked much more attractive now than he did the last time I saw him; I think it was two, three days ago.

Being the girl that I am, I took it as a sign. I did everything I could to get to the backstage but it was impossible. I tried a few tricks just to get past the security but it was no good. Then, an idea occurred in my clever little brain: a note.

I tore a page from Hannah’s notebook and scribbled. I wasted three pages before I finally got satisfied with what I wrote. I asked Hannah to ask someone to give it to him.

“What’s his name?” Hannah said looking through the lenses of her camera and taking a snapshot of me. I smiled.

 Click.

“I don’t know.” Erasing the smile made just for the camera, I exhaled a sigh. “The one with the blue eyes.”

“Really? Janie, everyone has blue eyes.” She said sarcastically.

“Oh, he was the one wearing black and white rubber shoes!” I exclaimed.

She laughed. “Black and white rubber shoes, do you think that’ll help?” She shook her head.

“Of course that helps.” I said smiling. “The other members of that crew were wearing either black and blue or black and red. He was the only one wearing black and white rubber shoes.”

Her eyes weren’t blinking and she was slowly shaking her head. “Stalker.” She said before turning around with my note. I smiled my biggest smile before going straight to her car. I don’t know why but I felt this frightening tug in my chest suggesting that it was better we didn’t know each other. If we’re meant to be, the universe will make our paths meet over and over until we decide to take the same road and encounter our shared fate.