When we saw each other for the 4th time, I suspected. But it seemed silly, just another thing I had blown out of proportion. Nothing worth being talked about. After our fifth meeting, I was entirely sure. This was not something my mind had imagined, and it was too scary to be a coincidence, either.

Maybe it was inevitable.

The day before Halloween, the orphanage I had been working at after I was fired from Georgiette's (simply because I threw a drink at someone who tried to molest a girl) was preparing for our holiday special. Carved pumpkins, cobwebs, bloody spiders, the works.

The other volunteer, Nerille, was quite excited and kept muttering about some hottie visiting the children every October 30 to help with the decorations and after that, he was never seen again, until another year passes. Sister Joanne never divulged his identity, only smiling when persistently asked by Nerille.

I admit that he do intrigue me. After all, I have never seen him before and the idea of a handsome man visiting to help bring joy to the children always brings a smile to my face.

"When do you think he'll appear?" I asked, just because Nerille seems to be eager to tell me all the juicy details, even though I have no interest in knowing.

Like a volcano about to erupt, her cheeks turned red, and I can almost imagine steam pouring out of her ears, not the angry kind, the embarrassed one. "One, he has short golden blonde hair and some of it are tied into a little ponytail on the back."

I raised my eyebrows.

"Don't worry, he's not a delinquent or anything. If he is, I doubt JoJo would have let him see the kids. Two, he has those blue eyes that look like the sky on a stormy day. " I didn't really get why she described it like that. What, did he have rain clouds on his eyes or something? For me, blue is blue, green is green and that's that. No need to complicate things.

"And, he is a little bit taller than me," she looked at me, tilting her head, "yup, you're the same height."

"Oh?" I said, already disinterested with the conversation. Situated on top of a pile of chairs, I was having trouble putting up the welcome banner. I grunted and stood on my tiptoes, pushing my hands just a little bit higher. To my horror, my make-shift ladder began to wobble. Somewhere to my right, I heard Nerille scream, but in that moment, my mind seemed to have blanked out and I can only watch in stunned silence as the ground come closer.

But instead of feeling the cold, hard floor, I felt warm and then I registered the arms holding me. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" I immediately tumbled put of rescuer's embrace, blushing madly. Looking up from my sudden fascination with the tiled floors (I didn't notice how beautiful the cerulean color actually is), I was about to apologize when a familiar face landed on my sights.

Your's.

"L-Lennon?" I was too shocked to even act less undignified in front of you and at least say my thanks. You must have thought I was too clumsy and ungrateful, but that was far from my mind right now. "What are you doing here?"

Your stormy blue eyes twinkled in amusement and you raised your hand as if in greeting, "Yo, Miku!"

Nerille coughed, reminding us of her presence. She stepped forward, hands on her hips. "You two know each other?" When I nodded, she rushed by my side, pulling me out of the room, ignoring my indignant yelp. "Why didn't you tell me? Here I was, describing him to you and obviously implying that I want to know who he actually is. How come you didn't say that you two know each other?"

My eyebrows furrowed, no sure what she was talking about and then, as if a lightning of enlightenment had flashed through me, I nodded understandingly, though still a little disoriented with the new information. "I didn't have any idea it was him you were talking about. We just met each other by coincidence, talked a little and that's that. To be honest, all I know is that his name is Lennon, nothing more."

It was not as if there aren't many people with blond hair and blue eyes, so I'm sure I could be excused for not noticing earlier, or at least getting a bit suspicious. After all, I have never even see you put your hair in a ponytail. Every time I see you, it was always left in a tousled way, as if you hadn't even bothered fixing it when you woke up in the morning. "Oh, is that so?" Nerille's sharp gaze turned apologetic. "I'm sorry about that." She waved away my apologies. "How are you? You hurt?"

"Not the least bit." And it was true. Before any part of my body made contact with the floor, you had already swept me up in your arms. I had to marvel at your timing. How did you move so fast? I never even noticed the door opening.

"Get inside, I'm going to call JoJo. He would probably want to see her her again." Before I could even open my mouth in protest, she was already gone. Heaving a deep sigh, I entered the room and found you flicking through the photo albums. You looked up upon hearing the door creak close loudly.

"We really have to fix that, don't we?" I said in embarrassment as I sat across from where you are.

You shook your head,a lazy grin plastered on your face, "Don't worry about it. It's like that every time I visit, and from what I gathered, it seems to not be such a big liability."

I nodded and silence settled between us. I wonder why I still have trouble talking to you.

"Did you notice?" I asked timidly. You glanced at me, curiosity clear on your face. "It's always a day before a holiday." By your still confused face, I could tell further explanation would be needed. "Whenever we meet, it's always before an occasion, like when we first saw each other on Christmas Eve." I clarified.

Your face finally dawned in understanding, "Come to think of it, that is true. I never really noticed."

"Oh."

Once again, silence. But this time, it felt awkward. Maybe because I practically admitted to thinking so much about us and those meetings of ours. I feel desperate, interpreting something when there's not really an issue to begin with. I opened my mouth, intending to apologize, "Lennon-"

"Len," you interrupted.

It felt like our roles were reversed. Now, I'm the one who have no clue. "Huh?"

"You can call me Len."

You smiled and for the first time, I felt lucky. Lucky for meeting you. Lucky for being late during that one Christmas Eve.