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What are we going to talk about for an hour?

Kimberly thought nervously, heat brushing her face lightly. Tommy observed her intently, trying to read her emotions. What had just happened? The odds of bumping into your high school sweetheart in a big city was probably one in ten billion, but she didn't want to think about it. She needed to know about him.

Tommy looked even more amazing with his short spiky hair and muscular build. His face hadn't changed a bit, though. He still had the same old spark in his eyes and the same old smile, gentle and sweet.

'Kim…' He called, again, bring her to reality.

'Sorry, Tommy. I spaced out.' She said sheepishly.

'I can see that.' He smiled. His perfect and amazing smile, she meditated. 'Well, I was the one who used to space out all the time, remember?'

Kimberly smiled back. Of course she remembered. He was the most absent-minded guy in high school and he was teased about it all the time.

'Sure I do, Tommy Oliver. How could I forget when you almost ditched me before the prom?'

Tommy's laugh was loud enough to be heard, but intimate enough to be enjoyed in their conversation at the café. Nobody was watching them anyway. It was their little secluded world, where they were diving in old and happy memories.

'That's not true! I didn't forget about you, Kim.' He protested. 'I just forgot to pick you up.'

'Well, how is it any different?'

'You're right… But I remembered about it in the end. And I knocked at your door.'

'When I was this close to undress.' She mocked him, pressing her fingers together.

'Well, I was lucky. It was one of my best high school evenings.'

He smiled again, and she felt her heart melt at his sight. He had the same charm that would make all girls simply stare at him. He wasn't the cocky type, though. He was just beautiful and genuine. His new look made him look great in his early thirties. But she did miss his long hair and the times she had played with it.

'Tell me, Kim. What's been going on since we… took different paths?' He breathed deeply while he asked this question. Part of him didn't want to know about it as he feared for something he wasn't quite sure of.

'Well, I have a little daughter…'

'That's great.' He comented honestly.

'…I've never been married. Only to my profession. That's it. I guess it sums up a lot about me.'

His smile faded as he observed her. There was a slightly sad tone in her voice.

'Why didn't you marry?' His eyes glued to hers, even though the server had stepped in with their orders. Kim continued.

'Guess I never felt the 'thrill'.'

'Gotcha.'

'Sophie's father loved me very much, even though he knew I didn't feel the same. Then she came unexpectedly. But we stick together through the tough years we had…' She let it out, painful memories hitting her hard.

'What happened?'

'He was soon diagnosed with brain tumor. He actually passed away two years ago.'

'I'm sorry, Kim.' He said, reaching her hand.

'It's okay. I'm fine. We're fine. He was a wonderful man. Sometimes I think I should have kept him as my best friend only. But then I wouldn't have Sophie and she is my whole life…'

Emotion filled her voice when she spoke of her daughter and Tommy thought that was absolutely pure and beautiful. She was still the same Kimberly he had met. Sweet, caring, fully devoted to what she loved. But he could tell she was dying to hear about his life as well.

'What about you?' She asked, reading his thoughts.

'I also have a son. He's six.'

'Really?' She gasped, trying to imagine what he would look like.

'Yeah, his name is Taylor.' He showed Kimberly a picture of a cute little boy on his iphone.

'So, how long have you been married?' She asked, curiously.

'5. Till I divorced last year.' He chuckled lightly, making her gasp again. 'You haven't touched your food, Kim.'

She was a little embarrassed he had noticed it, but she was so absorbed in his life's story that food wasn't what she needed at the moment.

'You're right. I must eat. Can't survive on caffeine the whole day.'

'You haven't changed that awful habit yet.' He commented, smiling again. She loved it when he talked about the past. It brought all memories back fast. She was even happier that he could remember little things about her.

'Anyway, as I was saying…', he signaled to the server to say the food was good, trying to prevent another interruption, 'Patricia and I had a lot in common… before the marriage.'

Kimberly stared at him, absorbed in his story.

'She wanted me to work for her father and run his business. You know me well, Kim. I like to do my own thing.' Kimberly nodded, happy that he was still the same man she had met. 'So we fought a lot.'

'Can't imagine you fighting with a woman, Tommy.' She commented, teasing him.

'Well, you never gave me reasons to be mad at you. Only happy.'

His words touched her and she was one hundred percent sure that her cheeks were reddening again. Tommy continued.

'We tried to make it work but in the end we decided that it would be for the best if we divorced.'

'You didn't keep your son.' Kimberly mumbled it as a statement, not a question.

'No.'

She could see the sadness in his eyes and this time she felt the urge of holding his hands. She placed both of her hands on top of his.

'I'm sorry, Tommy. I can imagine the pain if I had to leave Sophie.'

Tommy tried to speak, but no words came out. He shook his head, agreeing with her.

'But it'll work out.' Kim released his hands and he wished she hadn't. Her touch was still the same, delicate, warm, inviting.

'Yeah. It will.'

'Where are you living now?'

'Right now in Springfield, Ohio. But I'll go wherever my ex goes because I want to be near my son. She travels a lot running her father's business. That's why I'm opening gyms everywhere.'

He could tell her eyes saddened a little. They were both single and eager to at least be in touch again, but distance could be a problem.

'I see. Well, any chance of running one in Chicago?' She said, disguising her curiosity by biting her piece of bread.

'Strongly considering.'

There was something in his tone of voice that made Kimberly quiver inside. Had he just thought about it because of her? Well, it couldn't be. Stop being so silly, Kimberly Hart, she reprehended herself.

Tommy fought the urge of staring at her sharply but he couldn't. She was just too much to take in so fast. He wished he could spend the whole afternoon just looking at her, like he used to do under their favorite tree. He watched her while she told him stories of when she went to college and the way she was broke and managed to open her own studio. He was a big fan of Kimberly, she always had that power of getting whatever she wanted.

Her eyes looked down to her watch and he could see a big disappointment in her eyes.

'Uh oh, it's been an hour already.'

'It's okay, Kim. We can continue our conversation later.'

Words didn't come out from her mouth for a second. Did he want to meet her again?

'Sure. How long will you be in town?'

'A week. What are you and Sophie doing tomorrow?'

She liked it that he mentioned her daughter.

'Well, remember mom?'

'Mrs. Hart…' He answered in a meditation tone. 'How could I ever forget about her and how much she trusted me with you alone in the house?' He gave her a naughty wink and she couldn't help but smile.

'Well, yeah. She would still trust you since she never knew what we once did.'

Kimberly couldn't believe her own words. What the hell did you just say? She asked herself.

'Oops,' Tommy said, joking, as a naughty kid being caught doing something bad.

Kimberly laughed and continued.

'Anyway, she lives three hours from here. And she'll be getting Sophie for a couple of days to give me a break. I've been working around the clock, even on weekends.'

'Are you going to work tomorrow? Heard the weather will be great this weekend.'

She intended to, but she didn't say so.

'I'm not sure yet. What about you?'

'I'm thinking of ways to get you out of the studio and the house. Too bad Sophie can't join us.'

Kimberly smiled, glad again that he was taking in consideration that she was a mother now.

'Well, you're more than welcome to lunch with us tomorrow. Mom will be there at noon. And you could meet Sophie.'

'Sounds absolutely amazing.' Tommy gave her a beautiful smile. 'I'm so happy I found you, Kim. Again.'

'I'm happy, too, Tommy.'

'Can't wait for tomorrow.'

His eyes shone and her heart felt light with his words. Could she ever fall for him again? Not really, she considered. High school love wasn't real love yet, just sweet and naïve imagination.

Tommy walked her back to her studio and she invited him in. Anise was already going crazy, eager to talk to her, but she got the good vibe of the couple and decided not to interrupt them.

Kimberly showed him one of the rooms and he meditated, thinking of how many times he had sneaked into the gym just to watch her doing gymnastics or ballet.

'Would you dance for me?' He asked, unembarrassed.

'What?' His question took her by surprise.

'Dance. Would you do it?'

What wouldn't I do for you, Tommy? She thought.

'Ss.. sure.' She answered sheepishly, grabbing a pair of jazz shoes.

She was about to tie her long straight hair up when he protested.

'Kim, let it down.'

She gasped, her face reddening again.

'Why is that?'

'Because I love your hair and I'd love if you could dance and let it loose.'

'What kind of fantasy about me have you had all these years, Mr. Oliver?' She teased.

'You don't want to know.' He shot honestly, laughing at his own sincerity.

Kimberly closed the door and went to the center of the room. There was nobody in the studio other than Anise, and Kimberly believed the assistant got the clue that she shouldn't mess with her boss right now.

She didn't have appropriate clothes to dance, either. She was wearing a dress but she was lucky that she had put on some thighs because it was still a little chilly and windy. But Kimberly would do it for Tommy. She knew he was nostalgic after all that conversation about the past.

'Music or no music?' She asked, smiling.

'It doesn't really matter…' He said frankly. All he needed to see was her.

Kimberly moved graciously in the room, doing a number that she had prepared for the high school girls. A lot of people had criticized it, saying that it was too sensual. But she didn't think so. It was beautiful, intense and full of life. That's what dance was all about, expression, freedom.

Tommy watched her as she span slowly and still kept her balance. She could tell her hair was all over the place but she kept going. She wasn't shy anymore. In fact, she could dance for him the whole day if he wanted to.

Wow. She really hasn't changed a bit. He meditated. His gaze remained stuck in that sweet sight of hers. She was absolutely divine. Her body looked even better now. She was still slim but curvier. He shook his head when he thought of her as a woman now. She was just a little girl back then. How had time passed by so fast?

'What's wrong? Didn't you like it?' She asked when she sensed his distress.

'Of course I did. It was perfect, Kim.'

'So why are you acting all weird?' She asked, smiling curiously.

'Just thinking of how beautiful you've become.'

'Tommy Oliver, I guess today is the day of you make me blush.'

He laughed spontaneously.

'Not so much. Wait till tomorrow.'

Kimberly looked down and put her hair behind the ears. God, he loved that. He observed her as she wrote down her address and phone number in a small post-it note. She smiled when she gave it to him.

'I'll be there at noon.'

'Don't forget, Tommy.' She alerted him, teasing him about his forgetfulness.

'I won't, don't worry.' He stepped closer to her and kissed her forehead, as his hand embraced her head softly. She tried to inhale his scent but she just couldn't breathe. What was she, seventeen again?

'Later, Kim.'

She looked up and met his eyes. She could see something in them, but she wasn't sure what. They were mysterious, cloudy, and meaningful.

And out he went of the room, leaving her in a sea of nothingness. She felt the heaviness of her body back again and the power of gravity. She had just danced to him. How crazy was that?

She heard a knock at the door as she was picking up some mess that the teens had left on the floor. Kim really didn't want to face Anise and her questions now, but it was unavoidable.

'Who was that?' She asked, her mouth opened in a perfect O circle. 'Mama mia…'

'A friend, Anise. We've been friends for over fifteen years. Have you seen my hip-hop cds anywhere?'

'Don't distract me, sister. Where the hell did that hottie come from?'

Kimberly couldn't help but smile at Anise's honest remark.

'Is he the one you bumped into outside?'

'Yes, that was him. Anise,' Kimberly called, breathing deeply. 'We'll talk later. I have to concentrate on my new number now and you know that the sixteen-year olds aren't easily impressed and have apparently experienced more than I have in 5 years of running this kind of business. Keep the door shut, will you?'

'Yes, captain!' Anise said, making the captain signal to Kim. 'Want me to pick up the princess?'

'That would be absolutely amazing, Anise. Thanks so much. That will give me extra time to practice.'

'By the way,' she said as she was leaving. 'I already called the Delaney girls' bitchy mother.'

'Anise!' Kimberly retorted, smiling at her friend's mean comment.

'What? You should be thanking me. I was dealing with that Loch Ness monster while you were here doing I don't know what with Mr. Hotshot. I'll be back in a second with our princess.'

That was Anise, her faithful and warm-hearted assistant. Also a curious and nosy one. Kimberly loved her dearly and she was always by her side, like family. She had helped Kim with Sophie God only knows how many times, she considered.

There was no number to prepare or practice. Kimberly Hart just needed an alone time. She tried to process all that had happened. She wanted to think about, every little detail. She felt like a teenager drooling over her high school sweetheart again. She had to focus, though. That time was over and she had a daughter now. He also had a son. But she couldn't take out off her head the fact that he was now single again. Why these thoughts, Kimberly?

Tommy had left the studio under the curious eyes of Kimberly's assistant. He smiled at her and she seemed to be melting. When he walked out the door he felt the breezy Chicago wind hit his face hard and he knew he already missed her.

He was still mesmerized by everything that had just happened. He also couldn't be any happier than that. Could there still be… something? He thought as he walked into the hotel where his conference was and where he was also staying. Nah. That was all profound admiration. She had been the first woman to touch his teenage heart. The first woman he almost made love to, but with whom he spent a whole night. He shook his memories back and tried to concentrate on the event. But he couldn't. All he could think of was the next day.

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