I got there early perhaps too early
The same school we'd had vacation classes the year before, where it all started, where she first started to matter.
I leaned against the wall near the entrance, pretending to scroll through my phone, but really? I was just watching the minutes pass. Each one heavier than the last.
She was 20 minutes late , I almost gave up.
But when she showed up, God...
She looked beautiful.
Not in some overly dramatic, magazine-cover kind of way.
It was her; her energy, the way she walked, how her outfit fit like it had been picked with me in mind.
She wore this top with black and white stripes, tight but elegant with cropped jeans that fit her perfectly.
You know the magic behind cropped jeans. The way it puffed up a ladies' ass and displays the shape beautifully. I won't lie but I took a few peeks .
She smelled floral like heaven, had a signature scent that chose her as its ambassador.
For a second, I forgot how to blink.
She handed me a white rubber bag. Casual. Nothing flashy. Just, "Here."
Inside was a box, I peeked and there was a watch.A damn watch.
Not something generic either, it had weight, it had class. I still have it. Every time I see it, it brings me right back to that moment.
But it wasn't the gift that knocked the air out of my lungs.
It was the way she looked at me as she handed it over.
Just one or two seconds but it was everything.
I looked into her eyes, and it felt like I was staring into something eternal. There was a softness there… something open. Like maybe she felt the same pull I did but didn't know how to say it.
Then she smiled; shy and sweet. Like she knew she'd just flipped my whole day upside down and was pretending she hadn't.
And me?I was speechless.
For a moment, I genuinely wondered what I had done to deserve this. Deserve her. And deep down… I think she wondered the same.
We didn't say much as we walked.
But it wasn't awkward. It was the kind of silence that felt like a song we both knew. Every step felt soft, like we were walking through something sacred. Neither of us wanted to break the moment with small talk.
Then came the nosy woman at the provision store.
She called out to Yvette with that auntie-tone, the one soaked in curiosity and judgment. She didn't even try to whisper.
" Yvette, Who is that guy to you ?"
Yvette smiled it off, waved her off casually but I could tell it flustered her. Later she told me the woman had asked who I was to her. She didn't even answer, just smiled and walked away.
We kept walking until we reached the end of the road.
The place where moments like these usually end.
She turned to me, a soft breath escaping her lips. "Okay… I'm done with the escort now. You're free to go."
I blinked confused.
"I thought I was the one escorting you home," I said, trying to sound casual but feeling everything all at once.
She looked at me for a second then we both giggled. That kind of giggle where the timing's perfect, where your voices sync without trying. Like something bigger than the both of you was pulling the strings.
Two people, one gift, a moment neither of us could define.And in that brief exchange of confused giggles and eye contact… we both knew.
We didn't know what we were doing.
Neither of us had a clue. But in those few seconds , it felt like something was starting .
Something that might just be worth the wait.