Her eyes searched for the familiar face in the sea of faces. She was beginning to feel claustrophobic. He was late, again. She hated being made to wait, like all the other girls in the world. Waiting was a problem, ohsir, yes, a big problem! She was just getting back from a tiring day, and just wanted to get home soon. She was trying to spot him in the crowd, when she saw him. A common friend had introduced them, she called him a chocolate hero, in private of course, not daring to say it aloud. He walked towards her, shook hands, asked her why he hadn't seen her for a week. She smiled, trying to compose herself, she thought he wouldn’t remember her. She finally spotted him! They knew each other. She wasn't surprised. Aren't Chocolate Boys supposed to be popular?! He handed her the book and left. It was now just the both of them. He stood there, making small talk. She smiled. He was pulling her leg about her accent. It was time for him to leave. She said good bye, started her walk back home, smiling sadly, confused.
That was the last day she saw of him, that was the last day I saw her.
