Carson braced himself against the cold gust of wind that came after a large bus passed. He shuddered as he walked to the MTV studios. As much as he loved living in New York, there was nothing like a California winter. He thought of the previous winter, how happy he'd been, how much in love. He sighed inwardly and stepped off the curb at a green light. As he was crossing the street a figure in green caught his eye. He didn't know why but something about the person made him stop and look. She was nothing spectacular really, shorter than him, brown hair, she was pretty but not in a 'stop and look' kind of way. Then she looked up at him and his breath caught in his throat. Her eyes were the deepest green he'd ever seen. As quickly as she looked at him she looked away, but already he was lost. He felt like he had been inside her soul in those few moments when their eyes had met. "That's ridiculous." He laughed out loud, drawing a few odd glances from passersby. He didn't allow himself to think about her again until the show was over and he was headed home later that night. He gazed out the window of the car wondering where she was, what she was doing. His eyes closed briefly, trying to picture her again, they jerked open instantly when he felt his driver swerve and slam on the brakes. "What happened?" Carson asked nervously. "I didn't see her, I swear she just darted out in front of me." Carson was out of the car before he could finish the sentence. The person they had hit sat a few feet from the car testing her legs before standing. Carson reached out a hand to help her up and she took it gratefully. As she looked into his eyes he had to stop himself from jumping for joy, it was her! "Are you ok?" He asked cautiously. "I'm fine, no thanks to you." She sighed jerking her hand from his grip. She blew past him and disappeared onto the sidewalk, into a crowd of people. She was limping slightly which had him concerned. He didn't blame her for being mad, but why hadn't she let him help her? He got home and sank into his favorite chair, trying to figure out why this girl was invading his thoughts. There was something about her that made him just want to reach out and hold her, and never let go. He called his favorite italian restaurant and ordered some dinner before turning on the television to get his mind off of this amazing stranger. He didn't even know her name, probably never would. The doorbell rang thirty minutes later and he jumped up to answer it. He was beyond shocked, and speechless to find this same girl standing at his door, a bag of carryout in her hand. "I uh, oh wow. This is crazy. Are you ok?" He asked finally. "Oh great, you again. I'm fine, your total is 25.35." She handed him the bag swiftly and waited for his payment. "Again I'm really sorry about earlier." He smiled. "Are you new at the restaurant? I've never seen you before." "Not that it's any of your business but I own the restaurant. We were a little short handed tonight and I took over deliveries." She looked at him impatiently, and he handed her the money. "Wow, that's great. I love your food, it's the best in the city." He was trying so hard to be nice without out and out grabbing her and kissing the living life out of her. "Maybe I'll see you around more then." "As long as you don't try to run me over again." She smiled ever so slightly. Was she making a joke? He didn't know what to say. "Scouts honor." He mock saluted and she giggled softly. "See you later." "Bye, enjoy your dinner." She walked away pinching herself. What was she doing, was she actually enjoying the attention from this man? She couldn't believe she had seen him three times in one day, it was too much to believe. |