To Heal Her Heart

Brick Walls

As the plane was touching down at Heathrow, Sam realized that she was holding her breathe. She let it out slowly while taking in the view. This was going to be her new home for the next few months, and from what she could see, it was going to be wonderful.

Before they arrived at the gate, Sam made sure that she had all of her paperwork in order. She had rented the flat she would be staying at in London a month ago, but she had yet to memorize the address, so she made sure that she had it both written down and saved in her phone. She used her phone for everything, but Sam had always been diligent about having a back up plan, just in case technology didn't work.

Going through customs was more painless than Sam thought it was going to be, so she was feeling pretty good about London so far. Sam was in the process of putting her passport and other documents back in to her purse, so she wasn't exactly watching where she was going, when she ran in to what felt like a brick wall.

"SON OF A MOTHER TRUCKER", Sam said as she fell and threw the entire contents of her purse in the air. As Sam lay on the ground trying to stop the room from spinning, she looked up to see that, what she thought was a brick wall, was actually a person.

"Oh my God, are you alright?", he asked her. Sam was so flustered it took her a few minutes to realize that she was staring at this man with her mouth open. "Yes, I think so", Sam finally said after promptly closing her mouth. "Here, let me help you, are you sure you're OK?", the man said as he knelt next to her to help her put everything back in her purse. "Yes I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going, I'm such a train wreck sometimes", Sam said. "No it's my fault, I shouldn't have been standing in the middle of the hall like that, I know better than to text and walk. Did I hear you say, Son of a Mother Trucker?", he asked. Immediately Sam began to blush, "Yes, I have the mouth of a sailor so those were my 'clean' cuss words", she said, trying to laugh it off. "Well I have to say, I think that has to be the cutest clean cuss words I have ever heard." he replied, as Sam's face continued to turn every shade of red. "I'm Zachary, by the way" as he put his hand out for Sam to shake. "Nice to meet you Zachary, I'm Samantha, but you can just call me Klutz", Sam said as she shakes his hand.

As they are shaking hands, Sam realized once again that she is staring at him. Zachary was tall and well built, not super muscular, but you could tell that he worked out. He had the most beautiful hazel eyes and a gorgeous bright smile. She could tell he had brown hair, but couldn't tell much else, because he was wearing a baseball cap backwards, which had always been a turn on for Sam. He had a scruffy face, not the ugly scruff but the 'yes, I mean to look this hot' type of scruff. Normally she wouldn't notice all of these details (her ex-husband used to say that she never paid attention to detail) but Zachary was so close to her that she could feel his breath on her face.

"I'd never call you a Klutz, at least not to your face!", Zachary says as he winked at her. Sam didn't think that she could blush anymore than she already had, but after he said that, she realized that she was wrong. "Believe me, if you were ever around me for more than 5 minutes, you would", Sam replied. "Well maybe I'll have to be around you more, just to prove you wrong", he joked.

They finally pick everything up and Sam gets it all shoved back in her purse. Zac, again reaches for Sam's hand to help her up off the floor, and as he does she notices that there is a small crowd of people watching them. "Those people got a flight and a show today", Sam says, turning to look at the people watching. "I guess so, should we ask them if they want your autograph?", Zachary says, "No, I think I'm good, I don't want to blow my super secret spy cover." He laughed at her attempt at a joke, he has a nice laugh, Sam thought.

"Again, I'm really sorry for running in to you", Sam apologized. "No need to apologize, let's agree that we were both at fault and call a truce", he says as he continues to hold Sam's hand. "Deal!", she agrees. Sam doesn't know what to do, since Zac is still holding her hand, "Well, it was nice running in to you, maybe we could do it again sometime, a little less painfully next time." "That sounds like fun, are you going to be in London for awhile?", Zac asks with a hint of curiosity. "A couple of months, actually", Sam replied. She's not sure, but she thinks that she sees Zac smile brighten a little, although with as hard as she hit him, it could just be her imagination.

As Zac was about to ask her if he could call her, Sam noticed that her driver was calling her name. "Sorry, that's my ride, I have to go, it was nice meeting you Zachary", she says as she jogs over to the impatient driver.

"Can I get your number?", Zac said mostly to himself, as Samantha is already walking towards the door. He stands there for a moment and thinks about the last couple of minutes. Samantha was beautiful. She was a full foot shorter than him, so he figured she was about 5'4", with brown curly hair that was a little past her shoulders. She had olive colored skin, so he wasn't sure what ethnicity she was, but he thought he heard a little bit of an accent that he couldn't quite place. She was dressed pretty casually, a pair of Nike tennis shoes, what looked like yoga pants and a sweat shirt that hung off her shoulder but covered just enough to make you want to see what else was underneath. The one thing that stuck out were her eyes. They were hazel on the outside, but close to her pupil they had, what looked like a sunburst of light brown. Zac stared at her until he couldn't see her through the crowd. "Damn, I should have asked for her last name", he thought to himself, "then at least I'd have a chance of seeing her again."  Zac recollected his bags and started towards the doors to find a cab, still thinking about Samantha.