That day in Paris

I scramble around my office, looking for the pink, sticky-note marked file that my assistant had dropped off before she left for her much needed holiday. She has been on holiday for two days, and this place was already falling apart. Suddenly noticing the file, i quickly grab it before it is once again lost in the pile of files that seems to be increasing every time I look at it.

Checking my watch, I curse before rushing out of my office and down to the conference room where I was supposed to be conducting an interview for a position as partner in my firm, now that my old one decided to retire. With a quick check at my suit to ensure that there were no spills or tears, I enter the conference room.

"Welcome Ms. Elizabeth James, I really am sorry for the delay. I hope you haven't been waiting long." I quickly sat down and looked across the table, only to see someone who I hadn't seen in what seemed like years, and surely someone who I wasn't expecting to see."Malc-", she started, but I quickly cut her off, without even realizing, or meaning to.

"I should've kissed you", I blurted out before I could stop myself.

"What?", she replied with a dumbfounded reaction on her face.

Quickly explaining myself, I continued. "That day in Paris. It has been a year and I can't stop thinking about it, I can't stop thinking about you. I had just met you, but it seemed like we knew each other for years, I spoke to you about things that I had never spoken to anyone about, not even my closest friends. We laughed, and danced, and sang across the streets of Paris. And no one would have believed that we had met less than 12 hours ago, nor that we did not even know each other's names. As you walked away I realized that I should have kissed you, and I ran after you, but by the time I rounded the corner you were gone."

As I turned back to Liz, or "Elizabeth" which turned out to be her name, I did not expect the tears pooling in her eyes.

"Liz--", I began.

"Just kiss me you fool" And that is exactly what I did.