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I was back where I started, more or less.
Speaking for groups of children.
But this time, it was different. I wasn't selling out. I was an inspirational figure. I was a hero, in every way.
I had been on a tour for about 2 months, supposedly 'spreading awareness'. I was really more of an inspirational speaker. I had been to 40 states, 40 cities, and 40 schools. I was back where I started at this point. New York City. Lincoln Middle School. It was a nice school. About 1,000 students. Very, very large.
Among the enthralled eyes locked on me, I found a pair of bright green ones in the back. She wasn't a student. She looked about 25 years old, with bright red hair and the kindest face you'd ever seen. She was wearing a yellow dress. Her hair was loose and curled over one eye ever so slightly. She was beautiful.
I met her eyes, and her pink lips spread into a smile. I couldn't help but smile back.
The second I finished my presentation, I began to search her out. After a year of Natasha begging me to ask a girl out after Sharon, I figured I may as well indulge her. The beautiful redhead was lost in the crowd, however.
I wasn't ready to give up, though. After changing back into my civilian clothes, I began to peer into classrooms, until I found hers. French.
I knocked on the doorframe, offering her a smile when she looked at me. Her eyes seemed to light up.
"Pardonne-moi." She said to her class before meeting me in the hall.
"Hi, I'm Steve Rogers." I said to her.
"I'm Cecilia Beasley, nice to meet you." She replied, smiling up at me.
"I was wondering if you wanted to get coffee after your shift?" I asked. My heart was racing as I waited for her response.
"Yeah, that sounds fun." Her eyes were bright and her smile was kind.
"G-great, I'll pick you up?"
"That sounds nice."