A Date with Fate
After all these years, she did not expect to see him again. Out of everyone she knew in the past from that incident, the last person she wanted to see was him. If anything, she thought he was dead. Why did he have to appear in front of her again?
Even after half a decade of not meeting, he could still make her melt.
"Hey, I didn't expect to see you here," he said nonchalantly, as if he really didn't expect to meet her at café where they had first met.
With a meek answer, she responded, "Me neither. How've you been?"
"Great. Just travelling around, you know, killing time."
She wished she had time to kill. Suddenly, the ground seemed more interesting than he was—or at least, it gave her a reason not to look at him. He must have noticed that she was uncomfortable, as always, she would stare at the ground whenever she was uncomfortable with someone; he just never thought that the person would be him.
"Well," he began, "I have to meet with someone pretty soon. So I should get going. It's really great to see you again."
Smiling, she replicated the statement, "Yea, it is. I'll see you around."