As I unbuttoned my shirt, reflecting on the rollercoaster of events, a blend of stress and anticipation coursed through me. Although the day had been filled with challenges, an inexplicable excitement surged within me for what lay ahead.

The prospect of my vivid daydreams materializing, of forging a connection with someone I deeply admired, ignited a flicker of hope. Despite knowing very little about her, a sense of optimism enveloped me.

Now, I'm sure you're curious about what unfolded when I rose to vent my frustration. Shall we delve into it?

To my astonishment, I was met with a gracefully arranged plate of delectable dishes presented by another charming lady. Her beaming smile exuded warmth and kindness. Despite my vexation, I couldn't bring myself to decline her gesture.

In that moment, it struck me that I had been utterly engrossed in the presence of the enigmatic lady throughout the gathering. Accepting the food with a grateful smile, I reluctantly conceded that our paths were not destined to converge. Although a pang of disappointment weighed on me, I couldn't help but wonder what it would have been like if she had been the one to approach me.

But why did excitement still bubble within me, you might ask?

With an enormous grin stretching across my face, I discovered a note accompanied the meal. I discreetly pocketed it, assuming it was a romantic invitation from the lady who served the food. Yet, I didn't dwell on it until after the meal, when I reached for my phone and the note slipped from my pocket.

With a hesitant sigh, I opened the note, and what I read seemed too good to be true. Initially, my friend had invited me to the gathering to introduce me to someone who knew about a job I had applied for. Working at that specific organization had always been a cherished dream of mine. Now, here I was, staring at a note that read:

"You seem upset, and I can sense it, but don't worry. She is the person I want you to meet. Let's catch up after the event. ~David"

At that moment, I couldn't contain my laughter, causing those nearby to cast bewildered glances my way. David, the friend who had invited me to the gathering in the hopes of landing me this fantastic job opportunity, had completely slipped my mind amidst the distractions of the day. How ironic that my focus had drifted so far from its intended target.

As the event drew to a close, I eagerly awaited the opportunity to speak with David and learn what would happen next. It seemed he shared my anticipation, as he promptly approached me once the program ended.

"I've taken care of the minor details, but you weren't around when she was introduced to you. Here are her contact details. Give her a call tomorrow so you can arrange a meeting, preferably on Monday or whenever she's available," he said with a smile, walking up to me.

"Don't worry, she's not the type to bite," he added playfully.

We both erupted into laughter as I recounted the emotional rollercoaster I had experienced throughout the day. Now, I had a genuine opportunity to meet and have a conversation with her—I just needed to make that phone call tomorrow.

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Lost in a whirlwind of thoughts and daydreams, I found myself engrossed in rehearsing conversations for the impending phone call. The night slipped away as I pondered over every word and scenario. 

The fear of failure plagued me. How many sleepless nights would I endure if I stumbled on this opportunity? The uncertainty weighed heavily on my mind.

Morning arrived, marking yet another peculiar day where everything I held dear could have slipped through my fingers. As usual, I embarked on my early morning jog, a modest distance of two or three streets from my apartment and back. The morning greeted me with its usual charm, but the lack of sleep took a toll, causing fatigue to set in faster than usual. I had to pause at a nearby stall to quench my thirst with water.

Most places in the vicinity didn't open until around 9 am or 10 am, so I considered myself fortunate. With a self-assured declaration, I reassured myself that this would be a splendid day as I headed back to my apartment.

With only one street corner left to turn, I spotted her. She was running down the street, pursued closely by a peculiar-looking gentleman. "Isn't that her?" I pondered to myself, spurred on by a newfound determination to play the hero. If only it had all ended that simply.

One thing led to another, and before I knew it, consciousness slipped away, and darkness consumed me...

To be continued…

What had happened?

Why did I lose consciousness?

What was the reason for her frantic sprint?

Well, the forthcoming post will provide a better explanation 😅

"Business is never sentimental ~ David"