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Alexander Gabriel Gray
Eighteen /\ Comp Sci Major /\ Black Belt /\Dreamer [/center]
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She arrived.  At first glance of her coming through the door, he instantly forgot his preoccupation with the lapse in time, focused himself on her, and instantly found the exercise more anxiety provoking than he had anticipated.  He had understood there would be some anxiety, some difficulty with pushing through the years of separation, and remembrance..  Apologizes weren’t easy for him.  They never had been.  It wasn’t easy for him to accept how horrible he had acted, even at such young an age, and admit fault for it.  It was hard enough with him choking on his own reluctance, his own inabilities, more so because at first glance of her, his tongue went dry, his heartbeat sped, and his stomach began to perform flips.  

She was striking, and he wasn’t prepared for it.  

She came closer, and he felt his breath leaving him.  Hypoxic was an idea that crossed his mind, though in truth, he was getting enough air.  She cluttered the mind, made difficult any other action of the brain other than recording every millisecond of the walk from the door to the table.  Every blink of her eyes, step of her legs, sway of her… her words forced his mind to attention, drew his eyes up to look into hers as he quickly got up to his feet.  He wasn’t one to be sitting in the presence of a woman – a bit old worldly, but that’s how his mother raised him.  He’d have gone to pull out her chair if he thought he could have gotten away with it, not out of some desire to be gentlemanly, sadly that impulse had a secondary motive; to be closer.   Light, when did he start thinking that way?

“It’s ok. I hadn’t really noticed,” he spoke, motioning to the chair opposite him for her to sit, inwardly praying that his anxiety wasn’t clearly visible.  He pray the nervousness that burned in his bones like fire wasn’t visible in his eyes, or the motion of his hand, in the way he took his seat again.  He took a deep breath, plastered a smile to his face that he couldn’t help from looking all to genuine, all to pleased.  “I’m just glad you made it.  I’ve been wanting to do something like this for a while,” he said, praying that she’d not bring up the idea of him having looked her up before they were thrown together as they were.  Hopefully, she could accept a little bit of embellishment, for the sake of making amends.  

He thought better of that the moment he said it.  Lies were not the way to start things off.  The truth.  If he wanted to make amends, he owed her nothing more than the truth.  Her eyes told him as much, as he looked into them, feeling his soul stir in their gaze, like she could see right through him, into his mind, into his thoughts.  It was uncomfortable, and he wanted to do nothing so much in his life in that moment as he wanted to look away, hide.  He couldn’t do this… He had to do this.  Christ, why was this so damned difficult.  

“Truth, I was too scared to do it before now.  Too afraid that you’d say  no, or not show up,” he spoke,. “Truth, I’ve wanted to apologize for how I acted years before now.  The next day, but my family moved that night.  I hadn’t known.”  The truth, a beginning.  A beginning that was going to have to linger a moment, as the waitress, seeing the new addition to the table, came up to them, to address Cailey. 

“Drinking anything, hon," she asked. 
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