A glimpse.
A glimpse of him in the crowd, that was all she got.
He looked different, though. His hair – slicked back. Suit. Tie. No, he definitely hadn't looked like this when they had been together. But yet she knew instantly that it was him.
Could it be?
It couldn't.
Or could it?
She looked around again, grabbing her purse tighter and standing on her toes. She tried to make him out again but was pushed more and more away from where she had spotted him. Maybe her mind had just played a trick on her. Had it? She wasn't so sure about it anymore. It could have been anybody but he seemed so... familiar.
Why was she disappointed anyway? They had told her what he was. Missing him wasn't possible. It wasn't an option. Yet he lingered in her life, she could still taste him, smell him, feel him. No matter how much she tried to deny it, she did miss him. 'Oh, you fool!' ...
Wait! There! He-... No, it was just another stranger. Another face without personality disappearing in the moving mass of people. She sighed and started walking again. Her thoughts drifted off, away from him, back to her work. She would be late. Shaking her head, she gained speed.
„Oh my god, I'm so sorry!"
Ran into somebody. Typical. Blushing, she straightened her skirt and looked directly at the grinning man. Grinning? Her purse fell once again to the ground.
…
„J-Jim?!"