I'm Waiting

Fourth

It was bound to happen eventually.

With the way I kept staring at him as soon as he was in my line of vision. I just didn't expect it to have it happen directly in front of the boy on the bench. Nothing could have prepared me for how humiliated I felt. His opinion mattered so much more to me then I thought.

The man I walked right into wasn't too happy to have to part with his scalding hot coffee all over the front of my shirt. Or to have to help me up after I felt backwards helplessly, my backpack somewhat cushioning the fall, but making getting up extremely awkward.

He stalked off, muttering a few choice words under his breath, and passing at the nearest garbage can to throw away the cup his coffee had been in, and to send me an angry glare.

The liquid had burned at first, though nothing compared to the shame that burned at me from the inside. I had apologized profusely, but to no avail, and now the liquid was cold, making my shirt cling to me.

"Are you okay?" He called out to me, and walked the few feet it took to get to him. Before he called I had been ready to leave, and hope he didn't see what had happened.

"Yeah..."

"That guy was an asshole." I smiled at him, and he gave me a confused look that was he most adorable thing I had seen on his face yet.

"Why are you smiling?" He wouldn't have understood the way him standing up for me had made me feel.

"It's just nice to see you."