Right.

Left.

Right.

Left.

[i]Keep walking, Nicky,[/i] her brain demanded firmly. [i]Don't run away. Don't look at the man too closely. Don't examine the audience. And above all, don't acknowledge the fact that you can already feel he won't be[/i] The One. [i]Just keep walking. Keep walking.[/i]

So she did. Her fingers hung so tightly onto the bouquet, one of the flowers snapped off and fell to the ground. The shoes that held her fragile frame wobbled and wavered. But she kept walking, as she promised herself she would when this time arrived, and finally, she was at his side. A speaker began to drone on, and she quickly zoned out, eyes firmly directed at her flowers.