His eyes were icy blue and his skin pale white. He stared at me. I felt tears fill my eyes and out of pure anxiety, I got up and shoved my chair towards him. I began to run when I felt a chilled hand grab my shoulder. Turning around quickly, I jabbed him in the ribs with my elbow. His face turned red with pain and anger. He huddled over and I ran towards the back of the café, shoving chairs behind me blocking my path. I made my way to the bathroom and locked the door. Looking in the mirror my face was pale. The pigment had left my skin, and my eyes were enlarged. Why did I react this way? Was it because he was in my dream? Was this Oliver? I had to know. I gathered myself and finally build up enough courage to walk out of the bathroom. The chairs were back in their places and everything seemed calm again. I walked back to my seat and sat down. My phone buzzed. It was Oliver. The message read, " I am so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you, please forgive me. I am so sorry. Oh my gosh. Are you okay? I'll never talk to you again, this is the last time you will be hearing from me. I'm so sorry....." I felt my stomach drop. It was Oliver. My heartbeat increased and I felt like ice had replaced my blood. I responded, "Umm. Where are you? Come back. Please?" I needed answers and this was the only way I was going to get them. He responded relatively quickly. "I'm outside. Are you sure?" I was positive. "Yes, I'm sure." I heard the bell ring when the door opened. I saw him again. He looked terrified. He walked towards my table and sat down in front of me. I didn't make eye contact with him, but I felt his gaze upon me. I mumbled a "hello" and he did the same. I looked at him. His eyes, they were so blue, cool blue, dark and deep. My face flushed red at the sight of him. Both from fear and amazement. I couldn't stop starting at his eyes. We held eye contact for what felt like forever. He mumbles something. "What?" I said, returning from my trance. He giggled, his smile filled his face. He repeated, "are we going to talk or just stare at each other?" My face grew hot. I wouldn't mind staring at him all day. I guess the fear of him distracted me from his beauty. "Well, uhh. Who are you?" His voice was pure. "Oliver, my name is Oliver Emerson." The name was old, antique almost. "Well, my name is-" He interrupted me, "Elizabeth Ryan, yes I know. You are a junior in high school, as am I. We go to the same school, yet have no classes with each other." My mouth had fallen open and I was entranced with his words. His next words stung my ears and filled me with fear. "Do you remember me?"
