She bumped into him in a bar of some kind that he and his friends ended up at after a night visiting bars.
Big crowds were never his thing and he couldn’t even remember which bar he was in, his throat was dry and he was walking over to the bar for a drink.
His drink arrived after a couple of minutes of standing in line and he turned around to walk back to the corner his friends occupied a girl bumped into him, “Sorry!” She said.
He had lost his drink but made sure she wouldn’t fall over so he was holding onto her arms and looked into her eyes and felt new kind of sensation coming over him like butterflies wanted to fly out of his stomach.
He almost wanted to pull up his shirt to see if they were pushing their way out and he would see his skin get pushed forward in the shape of butterflies.
Some of the sensation he felt poured out of his mouth as words, “I think I’m in love with you.”
She giggled and asked, “Why?”
“If a girl bumps into me I instantly fall in love.”, He explained.
They stood there for a while, she was blushing and avoiding eye contact (in a good way) and he tried getting eye contact with her, “It’s a curse.” He said.
The music from the speakers was passing by them, forgetting they were there, they were inside a bubble.
“I have about the same thing.”, She said.
He almost jumped up from joy, “Really?”
She started to explain, “Every time a guy bumps into me I can see the life we would live together flash before my eyes in a matter of seconds.”
“So how did ours look?” He asked her with a big smile on his face.
She looked up at him and said, “I couldn’t see past this night.”
“What does that mean?” He asked with a concerned look.
She laughed almost loud enough to burst their imaginary bubble, “Let’s find out.”
Big crowds were never his thing and he couldn’t even remember which bar he was in, his throat was dry and he was walking over to the bar for a drink.
His drink arrived after a couple of minutes of standing in line and he turned around to walk back to the corner his friends occupied a girl bumped into him, “Sorry!” She said.
He had lost his drink but made sure she wouldn’t fall over so he was holding onto her arms and looked into her eyes and felt new kind of sensation coming over him like butterflies wanted to fly out of his stomach.
He almost wanted to pull up his shirt to see if they were pushing their way out and he would see his skin get pushed forward in the shape of butterflies.
Some of the sensation he felt poured out of his mouth as words, “I think I’m in love with you.”
She giggled and asked, “Why?”
“If a girl bumps into me I instantly fall in love.”, He explained.
They stood there for a while, she was blushing and avoiding eye contact (in a good way) and he tried getting eye contact with her, “It’s a curse.” He said.
The music from the speakers was passing by them, forgetting they were there, they were inside a bubble.
“I have about the same thing.”, She said.
He almost jumped up from joy, “Really?”
She started to explain, “Every time a guy bumps into me I can see the life we would live together flash before my eyes in a matter of seconds.”
“So how did ours look?” He asked her with a big smile on his face.
She looked up at him and said, “I couldn’t see past this night.”
“What does that mean?” He asked with a concerned look.
She laughed almost loud enough to burst their imaginary bubble, “Let’s find out.”
