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Nice to Meet You!

Miscellaneous By: Renja Shades

There is a person you would like to meet. You don't know why. You just feel like this. It's in your hands to do it, or at least, you think so. Will you meet this person?

Submitted:Feb 16, 2013    Reads: 25    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

"I need to meet her." This phrase crossed Mike's mind several times, but he never did what he was thinking about. By "her", he meant that pretty girl who bought her salad everyday from the shop he was working. He was spending eight hours of his life daily preparing coffees, sandwiches, along with any other similar edible and drinkable stuff, and she was the only reason that this daily routine was interesting. Every day, at 2:00 p.m., she was there, ordering her salad. Those few moments in which he had the time to notice her, as she was paying for her meal, were enough to make him interested to meet her. He was a little bit shy, but he needed to find a way to communicate with her. One of the times she came to order -typically-her salad, he talked to her: "Are you sure you don't want something more?" What do you mean?" she asked. "Well, I see that you're around quite often, ordering salads…I guess you work too hard, and you're too delicate to be ok just with a salad. Don't you want to have something more?" "Skinny people like me are often fine with a salad. No thanks, I won't take something else, but thank you for your interest…" she said, with a little smile on her face. "You're welcome. And you're slim, not skinny…I'm Mike!" he introduced himself. "Amy. Nice to meet you!" she replied.

From that day on, Mike was happy to go to work. He knew that around 2:00 p.m., Amy would appear, and those few words he would exchange with her would make his day. They were saluting each other, chit-chatting every time, but this was not enough for Mike: he wanted to meet her outside his work, and to get to know her. This girl had something that made her special to him: it was not only her reddish hair, the blue eyes, or the small freckles on her cheeks that made her looking like a cute pixie; it was her kindness, her smile, her attitude in general, and a mysterious force, a voice that was telling Mike "She's not like any other girl…". Mike knew that in order to meet her, he needed to ask her out first. But how he would do that? Despite the fact that they were talking a bit, her relationship with him was the typical costumer-clerk one, something not very encouraging. He knew, though, that he really wanted her to be more than an acquaintance of his, so he needed to be courageous enough to ask her to go for a coffee. After all, he got through that procedure the first time, when he talked to her. All he needed to do was to speak.

That day came. Mike was a little bit nervous, but he knew that he should do it. He had to do it. If he wanted to meet her so much, he had to try. When she came to buy her salad, he said: "Amy, I was wondering if…". Suddenly, her phone rang. "Excuse me" she said, picking up the phone. Mike was anxiously waiting for her to finish talking, until she talked to him and said: "I'm sorry, it was my boyfriend, he will pass by my office in a while…what you were saying?" "Oh nothing, I just wanted to tell you that you can have a coke for free with your salad today, new offer…" "Oh…no, thanks! Well, I have to go, see you tomorrow!" Mike was standing there, with the receipt in his hand. The only thing he did was to whisper: "Damn!"


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