Memories

Chapter 3 - Kayla

She was just waiting for one chocolate milk shake to come. She was just an average girl that just wanted something to cool herself off for the heat of the sun. It seemed innocent enough, and then something happened that changed her life once more.

Out on the bench across the pavement there was a man. There was something about him that grabbed her undivided attention; most likely it was the glare for his reading glass.

Once she had gotten her milk shake, she went outside to drink it. Sitting across from him at one of the seats at a table, she just sat there looking at him. His light bluish-grey eyes entranced her; they had that mysterious look, as if he had a secret worth dieing for just to know. After about half an hour, the book closed and the man stood up. Just to watch him was like a dream, he was so, so, so hard to put in to words to help describe him! She had never thought that this would ever happen to herself.

As he left, she vowed that she would keep this to myself. With the days that are to come, she will come here and get the courage to speak to him and ask his name, or just sit there drinking milk shakes and thinking about names for him. As she was in a trance trying to think of some word to describe him, when her friend, Amber sat down beside her.

She had just been walking by, and caught a glimpse of Kayla in her blue summer dress, with her shoulder bare and her red hair left lose so it would flow in the breezes. She was wearing a pair of blue sunglasses to match her out fit, so Amber wasn't able to recognize her right away.

"So, what are you so deep in thought about, Kayla?" she asked

"Mmm...." she said in a daze, looking spaced out.

"Are you ok, you look," then she took a deep gasp. "Kayla, what is going on?" Amber asked, having a good idea, but yet worried.

"I am drinking my milk-shake." Kayla responded, leaving her daze.

She looked back where the man had been sitting; only he closed his book, and walked away.

"No, that isn't the only thing." Amber said, crossing her legs, staring at her.

Kayla quickly finished her milk shake, not willing to go where Amber was going with her discussion. She stood up, ready to go. She ran her glass in, paid for her drink.

Kayla started to walk along the streets, being fallowed by Amber. "What do you want Amber? Shouldn't you be at the mall?" Kayla asked, starting to get annoyed.

"No, that is in ten minutes." Amber said, joking around.

Kayla was in her early twenties when she first met Matthew, and if it had not been for Amber being with her, Kayla would have never had said a word to him. It had been a year and a bit since she had divorced Steven, even though she was still hurt, she still couldn't help but to stare at the man across the street.

They walked into a corner store so Kayla could pick up a few things for her apartment. Matthew, all of five steps away, was just looking at a magazine from the shelf. Kayla blushed immediately when she saw him. "Kayla, you ok?" Amber asked.

"Yes," Kayla responded, picking a few more things up, not even watching what it was. Her eyes never left the man. Amber walked away from Kayla, leaving her alone in the store. Matthew walked over towards her, at that moment; Kayla dropped the basket that she was picking up.

"Let me help," Matthew offered as Kayla quickly started to pick up the pieces to the glass bottle.

They worked quickly; clearing away all of the glass so only the liquid was left. "Better be more careful next time," Matthew said, seeing the cut on her hand. "Let me see that."