Hello everyone!
I'm sorry for the delay, but here's the fourth part of my "That Cute Little Antique Shop Girl" series! I hope that you enjoy it and that it brings smiles and happiness to you!
Much love and keep dreaming,
Momo
Today, I decided to take the train. I found a stray seat at the end of the bus, and took the advantage of an almost empty bus ride. I decided to listen my soundtrack that I have been faithfully enjoying for quite some time now. The words of the song seemed to take me to a calm, serene state that made me want to take out my computer and type away the feelings bubbling up inside of me. Looking outside the window and observing the world from this angle felt different than my usual route, and not necessarily in a bad way either. It was a type of feeling as if you were enjoying the night view from your balcony at night.
School today played the same tune of what seems like a monotonous melody of boring lectures, dramatic peers, and sometimes unreasonable homework. However, when lunch time came around, I rushed to the supermarket and ate quickly so that I could walk by the antique shop. I didn’t feel like talking to her just yet, but I keep on feeling this deep down connection with her that couldn’t be ignored. It was as if you had met your best friend and you can’t help but look up to the sky and say, “Wow, I’m blessed.”
After I bought a cup of instant ramen and filled up the bowl with steaming hot water, I walked outside to find someone already sitting on my bench. From the behind, I was pretty sure it was Marisa. Faltering my steps with nervousness, I hesitated and walked to the corner where I caught my breath and composed myself. “I’m going to say something. I want to be her friend.” I assured myself. Stepping back around the corner, I walked over to the bench and stood by her side.
“Hey.” I realized that I sounded a bit abrupt, so I caught myself in the action. “We meet again.”
She smiled. I don’t know if the sun was just shining extra bright in that very moment or if it was just my imagination, but she looked very bright and happy. “Yeah.”
“May I?” I motioned to the seat.
She moved her purse to her lap, “Go ahead.”
Gathering my courage I noted, “So, I never got your name…”
“It’s Marisa.” She gained eye contact with me. “What’s yours?”
For a second I stared into her eyes for a moment, but caught myself again, “Really? Well that’s strange because…because… my mom, who passed away was going to name me “Marisa” if I was a girl.” I didn’t stop myself from talking, it felt so normal as if I had known her already. “And in my story I’m writing, she’s the main girl that I named.” I smiled. “And my name is Jaeson.”
“That’s amazing, Jaeson,” she said. And at that moment, I’m not sure if this was really happening or not, but she took my hand and looked up into my eyes, “I knew you were special…”