The Meeting

The following text is entirely fictional. Resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. :)

She pressed her lips trying her best to remain calm. There was no grey cloud in sight, the sunshine seeped through the glass roof. She imagined what she'd do when it finally happened, a wave or would she dare to hug. Kurt Cobain blasted in her ears, breaking her thoughts.

She searched for her iPod in her bag when she saw the shoes, her eyes followed the pair carefully till it came and stood still facing her. She looked up, staring into his light brown eyes and smiled.

Her eyes flickered, checking the big clock on the opposite wall. He's here before time, she thought, waiting patiently for him to make the first move. He moved towards her, she waved, blushing at the awkward moment. She finally hugged him, letting his hand linger on her arm. They held hands as they spoke of the commute.

With a single movement he pulled her closer and their lips met for the first time. She pulled away, searching his face for the happiness she craved. "I've waited for you so long," he whispered. She let him kiss her again, her heart heavy with joy. She felt a load lifted off her chest, there would be no more grey in her life anymore.