73 Memories

The Fourth Memory

After that day, you and I had talked off and on. But it wasn't until I saw you at the supermarket that we had a somewhat decent and rememberal conversation.

I was in the ice cream aisle when I picked out my absolute favorite. Cookie Dough. I picked it up out of the cold freezer and walked away with a smile on my face and some pep in my step. But, of course, I wasn't watching where I was going, and I ran right into you. I bounced backward off of you and landed on the floor, my ice cream sliding away from me.

I was scared, at first, that it was someone who would get absolutely furious with me.

But, it was you. "You good there?"

When I heard your voice, my head shot up. I couldn't see you all that well, the bright lights blocked out most of your face. But I knew it was you. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" You cut me off by laughing lightly.

"I would hope you didn't mean to walk right into me. Although I will admit that is a good way to get a guy's attention."

My cheeks heated up, and when you noticed, you laughed really loud. That only made me turn even darker. I got to my feet and located my ice cream before I walked to where it was towards the end of the aisle and picked it up. "I didn't mean to," I mumbled.

"I know, but it's still funny to watch your face heat up."

I scoffed, but you just snorted. "I know you have fire, where'd it go?"

I sighed and dusted myself off with my free hand before answering. "I let it burn out on the weekends."

You snorted, and for some reason the sound made me smile. I'll never know what, but it always did.

There was a brief pause in the conversation, but the silence was kind of comforting, in a weird way. You were quick to find something to say, and later on, you would tell me it's because you loved my voice so much.

"Is that your favorite? Ice cream, I mean."

I looked down at the tub in my hand before meeting your eyes again. "Yeah."

You smiled. "You're a smart girl."

I smirked playfully, "I know. You've been missing out your whole life. Here I am, the best ice cream in my hand, and there you are, wishing I'd share it with you. Poor bloke." I shook my head, and you laughed at me.

"I don't think anyone says "bloke" anymore."

I sighed, tsking you while backing away, though I was silently praying I wouldn't fall. You didn't know that, but I was. "I thought you'd noticed by now. I'm not just anyone." And then I turned around and walked quickly away from you.

I wanted to go back and see what expression was on your face. Were you shocked? Maybe impressed? Or were you trying not to bust out laughing at how funny I probably looked trying to be smooth?

I don't know, and I never will.