The sidewalk Collision
Love at first sight? Is that even possible? Like how can you love someone without knowing about their personality, their way of respecting others and specially me ? -has always been a question of mine till the day I bumped into someone who changed my entire perspective.
It's Katherine Croft,recently turned 25 but still too clumsy to make people believe I am actually an adult and it's annoying. Like everyday I got late for work so I runned don't caring about the world Like my life depends on getting into the office before I get actually fired. And to make this worse I bumped into someone. Oh if I truly just start to run again without looking back that would make my life more easier than it really became after that day.I looked and paused when out of habit I still said 'Sorry'.
The rhing I saw infront of myself was no less a god itself his lips are so pink naturally that a rose can never be and can we please talk talk about how deep his hazelnut brown eyes are ? All I know that It's meant for falling... falling so deep into the vast ocean maybe I could never find shore even if I tried to swim and funny thing is I didn't even try swimming I just let myself drown in that.Before he parted his beautiful lip to say something to me I just decided to start running again this time for good for convincing myself It's just a accident...Running from fear or maybe the fact I am too late for work or ? I didn't know. At least I didn't miss my bus. I sat by a window seat comforting myself and trying forget about what just happened because he's too perfect and I am the clumsiest girl existing ever. I put on my earphone only to find out these songs are making the condition of mine more worse. As soon as the bus reached my stop I got up from my seat and tried to find my wallet in my pocket and of course...how can the day be much more worse ? Of course I had to lost it.I panicked but thank God I didn't lost my phone and paid using it before getting down.
At the end of day when I came home I was totally exhausted and just let myself down on my comfy bed looking at the celling already trying to forget another bad day and comforting myself that the next day will be much easier.
My phone rang once but I was not in a mood of picking it up. It rang twice when I finally picked it up maybe I would miss the craziest thing in my life if I ignored it.
Katherine? A voice so deep but soft and gentle which made my name felt like it was only meant for him to sound this good.
Is it him ? Really? God ..I am being delusional...if if he had my wallet why would he call me instead of giving to to police? Someone pleased tell me it's not him.
Katherine? Is it you ? He asked again .
Yeah. It's me. I finally said ,not trying to sound nervous or delusional.
Oh I was thinking I dialed the wrong one. A soft sound of smiling.
"Who's it ?" Don't I already know who it can be ? But gosh his voice and him both are making it harder for me remember the purpose of this call.
"I guess you were in a hurry this morning.Your purse with a cute bow on it is here with me" he said with a soft smile which i could clearly heard but wait !..cute ?
And why am I blushing like he's complimenting me ? Am I in love? Katherine stop you are being too emotional and delusional...All men are same..why are you even thinking this? Tell him to return it formally...stop acting like a lovesick puppy..youre 25..compose yourself .
"Are you there?" He asked.
"When and where are you returning it ?" I said trying to sound busy and formal.
"I am standing right in the street down your apartment" he said casually.
What ? He is here ? How I mean how ? He can't be serious. Is he a stalker or a pervert ?
I cut the call peeking out of my curtain to see a tall figure standing down the street..God ! He is really there..I quickly looked at myself on the mirror to find out that I can't look more exhausted than this ever anyways he is here.
I climbed down the stairs nearly falling as legs and hands are kinda trembling. Why am acting like this all of a sudden? Did not I talk to a boy before? God but he...he's something else totally.
I saw him walking towards me as I stood froze near the street. Why does it have to look good like this after sunset also ?
He stood unfront of me maintaining a professional gap between us stretching his hand forward for a handshake.
"Hi Katherine..It's Jake Anderson..nice to meet you" he said politely as I grabbed his hand for a handshake..oh how soft it is ! Like I can hold that for a lifetime without letting go. I smiled .
"how does you know my address?" I asked taking my wallet from him.
"The wallet waa already open when I picked up and i saw a card...I think your I'd there" he told.
"I see...Thanks anyway for returning it" I said when he smiled brightly ..I felt my heart skipped a beat seeing his sweet boxy smile..like how someone be so cute ?
" Coffee tomorrow , same time ..
A little part of next chapter
spent thirty minutes staring at my phone, the screen glowing like a judgmental eye with the contact name I’d saved: Jake Anderson. "Okay, Katherine. You’re a grown woman. You have a LinkedIn profile. You pay taxes—mostly on time. You can do this," I whispered to my reflection in the hallway mirror. The woman looking back at me looked like she’d been through a minor natural disaster. My hair was doing something gravity-defying, and I’d already changed my outfit three times.
First was the "I’m a Cool Girl" leather jacket, which made me sweat instantly. Then the "I’m a Serious Intellectual" turtleneck that made me look like a thumb. I finally settled on a cream blouse that looked "professional" from a distance, provided no one noticed the missing button near the hem or the faint coffee stain on the cuff that I’d tried to scrub out with a damp paper towel.
