Despite the long-lasting impression she left on me when leaving the coffee shop, I didn't rush to contact her. Yes, she was one of the most interesting people I'd met in this city but I just kept wondering if it was all just too good to be true.
Two summers ago I was interning for this publishing company and it was great, I had never been around so many great minds who just loved books, writing them, reading them, discussing them, publishing them It was all I ever dreamed of. I knew that in five years that is exactly where I wanted to be.
While I was working that summer I met this gorgeous brunette, with hazel eyes, beautiful cheekbones and a passion for music like no other. Her name was Hannah and I was in love with her. We had met on the boardwalk she was playing her guitar and singing this Bon Iver song and at that moment, I truly thought there was an angel before me.
Hannah and I dated for six months and I honestly thought I had found the woman I was meant to spend the rest of my life with someday. Her ambition was one of the things I loved about her, but it was also one of the things that ended us. I knew from the moment I met her that she was going to do great things someday but what I didn't know was the lengths she'd go to get there. To make a long story short Hannah met this musician guy and left me to go on tour around the country with him and his band.
As you can see I'm a bad judge of character and id just hate to ruin the memory of the amazing girl I met in the coffee shop that day. But I did, in fact, contact her because she had been on my mind that entire day. I caught myself staring at the beautifully written phone number she jotted down on my hand before leaving. Or remembering the way she looked when the sunlight peeked through the window, hitting her face softly when she sat with me at the table.
I thought me calling her would be a bit much so I decided to text her even though I would kill to hear her voice in my ears again. I went with something simple but polite. I let her know it was me and not some random creep with her phone number.
"hey we met at the coffee shop earlier, I never caught your name. Im Ezra." I stared at it for a while and finally pressed send.
I took my phone off silent and waited for a while. I was really tired and eventually, I fell asleep watching That 70s Show.
A few hours I woke up, checked my phone and there was still no reply.
When I was in the shower watching her number rinse off my hands I thought that maybe she gave me the wrong number, or she just wasn't interested, or maybe she got hit by a bus. How tragic, I meet this perfect girl and have one of the most amazing conversations with her that I've had in my entire life and I'll probably never see her again. I didn't even get her name.
I got out the shower and looked at my bare hand where her writing use to be, remembering the soft touch of her hand and how it felt when she touched mine.
*Ding!*
I looked over at my phone and saw a message that said;
"Hey, you! I'm Felicity"
