First Moment.
The very moment she met him she felt it.
Before she saw his eyes, before she heard his voice.
It was the simple touch of her hand in his.
But to her it wasn't simple, despite the fact that she'd been going out with Mickey for a year now he would very rarely hold her hand. Definitely not in public, that's for sure.
So even from this supposed simple gesture something stirred in her.
As his hand slipped in hers she could feel a power, a presence and the sheer chaos associated with the owner. She didn't know how she could feel this or why she even had the brain power to process while being surrounded by the most terrifying sight of her life; heart thumping, adrenaline rushing but she could feel it.
And again thinking amongst the impossible she thought it odd that despite the feelings she 'picked up' she still felt compelled to follow him, for all she knew or cared it could have been to the ends of the earth.
But as she ran she felt other things.
Pain, compassion, caring, mercy.
To be honest, while the whole ordeal was still terribly confusing her beyond belief she was sure that these feelings were the reason why she'd obeyed his request to run.
Again something about this shook her and excited her all at once.
Eyes wild with fright and adrenaline she looked into his eyes for the first time as he tried to explain the entire situation. And in them she saw… she saw the universe. All the emotions there were and were yet to have a name for, all visible in those eyes. His eyes were young and yet they looked so worn, as if they had seen all there was to see and there was new to his eyes, nothing to become excited for.
It was just so deep, and while her ears processed what she told him she easily became lost in his gaze.
But all too soon it was gone; the feel of his hand, the deepness of his gaze and the sound of his voice. She was half stumbling, half running down the alleyway with a plastic arm in her hands. Once across from the street, she turned back to the shop. It all felt so unreal, so distant that she wondered if it even happened.
Mind whirring, she almost came to the decision to go back and find him, but before that thought could fully develop the building before her was destroyed in an explosion of heat and fire.
For a second it felt as though her heart broke.
Did he die? Was he caught up in the explosion?
It was at this point common sense began to kick in.
She had only known him for a minute. So why did she hope with every fibre of her being that the strange man was alive and that she would see him again?
At this point common sense really kicked in and she legged in back home, hopping to work through her thoughts and draw some conclusion over the last few minute's events.
Little did she know that the strange man was currently standing on a building opposite the fireball watching her run down the street.