Leap of Faith

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

"Please sir, there has to be some other way" She begged with tears brimming her eyes as she wondered if karma really exists and she was wrong about it all this time.

"I am sorry Carrie, you know I admire you for all that you have managed to achieve in such a short duration. But rules are rules, and she's pulled some really strong strings with the authorities here. The embassy will cancel your visa in a week unless you do something about it" the official who handled her file at the Canadian Embassy said helpless knowing it was the end of her journey there.

She let out a sigh, the kind you do when you know it's over. She nodded, a weak thank you escapes her lips and she picks up her bag and exists the office feeling the world crumbling down at her feet. She exists the embassy building and sits on the park bench outside wondering if you can really run from your past, or does it always come to bite you back?

***

It was 5 p.m. and he was late as always for his meeting downtown. As he sprinted across the street he noticed a beautiful woman with short brown hair, dressed formally sitting at a park bench outside the Canadian Embassy crying silently. He stopped in his tracks and his body automatically took a step in her direction wanting to make sure she was okay, but as his conscious mind played a role in the romantic movie gesture he was going to pull, he realized he was running late and had to hurry. Hesitant, he walks away and rushes to the meeting in the building next to the embassy.

Three hours later as he walked past the embassy after being done with the meeting, he wondered if that woman was still there. He considered himself selfish for wanting to see her at the bench for that would mean she was still sitting there upset, so he shook the thought away ready to tell his friends he was going to meet up at the bar soon about the beautiful woman he saw. To his dismay, she actually was still sitting on the bench with a solemn expression on her face observing the city around. This time, he walked towards her, "May I?" he asked and she just slid to her left nodding.

He took a seat next to her.

"So here is the deal, I passed from here 3 hours back and you were crying on this bench. I wanted to make sure you were okay but my selfish self-rushed me to my meeting I was late for. Its 8 p.m. and you are still here. So does it still make sense to ask if you are okay?"

She was finally broken from her trance when she looked to her right to see a young man with a perfect beard and brown hair styled roughly that give him a smart look. He had the most crystal grey and blue eyes she had ever seen and he was dressed in a suit along with a checkered scarf that hung around his neck.

"The thought counts, thank you" she managed to reply looking away back at the street.

"Want to talk about it?" he asks.

"I don't know. Even if I did, why would I talk to you? I don't even know you" she says still staring at the street not caring that she was being mean to someone who was just trying to help.

"But isn't that good sometimes?" he asks and this makes her turn her head towards him staring into those blue-grey eyes again.

She nods, "It is"

"So? I'm all ears" he smiles.

"It's a long story" she warns.

"I've got nowhere to be" he lies following his gut feeling.

"Well, I'm an immigrant that moved here 5 years ago. I studied for 2 years and then started working. I have worked my ass off here since day 1 because I know how difficult getting a PR is. There were some issues because I was working in an ad agency and they aren't easy to convince when it comes to visa extensions but after some ups and down it all worked out. But you know how people say you cannot run from your deeds? I think that happened" she let out a sigh.