Broken timeline - Part One

Chapter Three - London, 2017

People. Lots of people. Everywhere. Heathrow airport is huge, how in the world am I going to find my way into this humongous place ?

I tried to follow the group of people that where in the plane with me. I spotted a tall girl wearing leggings and a red leather jacket who was sitting in front of me. She'll be my focus point.

'Must. Not. Lose. Her.'

I kept walking, barely knowing where I was going. I know it might sound silly, but I've never travelled alone. Usually I'm with my parents or Caila, and I usually follow them because, they weirdly seem to know their way everywhere. I on the other hand, can get lost in my bathtub.

After a 15 minutes walk, I finally arrived at customs. Got my passeport checked and then waited for my suitcase at baggage claim. From the corner of my eye I spotted a tall bulky chestnut haired man with deep blue eyes.

'Wow' I thought. 'He's gorgeous. Must be a model or something.'

After a few seconds I realized that he was holding a piece of paper with my name on it. He also had a badge attached to his shirt that stated 'Queen Victoria University'.

'Wait', That's the tour guide !' Shouted my mind. Crap, I don't do well with good looking guys with blue eyes.

Why would you ask ? Simply because I've always felt that people with blue eyes could tell what I was thinking before I knew it myself, as if they could see deep into my soul.

Yeah, stupid I know, but it just makes me feel very uncomfortable. I can't look into their eyes for more than 3 seconds, because I usually feel embarrassed, like a small child caught red handed.

'So he's the tour guide. Great.'

I walked up to him, "Hi I'm miss Hastings", I said, trying to sound confident.

"Hello there Emma, I'm Henry, nice to meet you. Welcome to England. Do you want me to take your luggage ?", he replied with a beautiful british accent, and a blinding smile. His teeth were so white and straight, they belonged in a toothpaste commercial.

'Get a grip girl ! Okay he's beautiful, but he's human after all. He farts and poops like everybody else.'

'OMG, stop thinking and just reply to the guy !' shouted my inner mind.

"Hum, sure" , I responded, shyly. "It's nice to meet you too". Okay, Caila's right, I've got to start interacting more with men. I'm so awkward, I cannot imagine the level of second hand embarrassment he must feel.

"How was you flight ?", he asked politely.

"Good thanks"I replied, "It was very long but I kept myself busy and slept for a while".

"Really, what did you do?"
For Real? He's trying to have a conversation ? Small talk is not something I excel at. It takes me at least two days to warm up to someone before being able to hold a conversation, or at least a decent one.

'you can do this', I told myself.

"I read a little. I found a great book that I've been wanting to read for a while now. 'The Handmaid's Tale' by Margaret Atwood' " I replied, trying my best to sound interesting. I guess that you've figured it out by now, I have crazy self esteem issues, but we'll get into that later.

"Oh, I've read it last year with my literature group. It's amazing, I really loved it. She really captured a whole new aspect on the world that we know. It's so captivating, and the main character is really interesting"

I was staring at him like a groupie. His accent. Okay I'll admit it, British accents are really sexy. 

"Yeah... she did... and the whole plot... captivating yeah." I fumbled as I tried to form a sentence. That's the best I could do I promise.