Zoe (1)

Sven couldn’t believe he had thrown her number away.  He could still picture it on atop his pile of bills.  It must have slipped in between some junk mail that he threw away.  He had only met her that one time, but the electricity he felt between them was magical; and he didn’t want to sound cliche but, it really felt like love at first site. 

She had been in line at StarCoffee and unlike him, he struck up a conversation with her and invited her to join him at his usual table.  She said she couldn’t, but that it wasn’t out of the question to ask her out later.  He remembered how he felt when she said those words.  An excited flight of butterflies erupted in his stomach.  He fumbled around trying to find a piece of paper, when he looked up she was already writing her name and number on the back of her receipt and handed it to him.  Her hands were soft and porcelain white.  Not in a creepy doll way, but a perfect shade that matched her soft facial features and her shoulder length brown hair.

Just thinking about her, he could kick himself.  He had searched his whole apartment.  Searched the trash and he even searched the dumpster out back.  He couldn’t understand how her number had just disappeared.  He done everything he could think of.  Even staking out the coffee shop, but she hadn’t returned.  He was starting to think the whole meeting had been a dream, a fantasy he had made up because he was so lonely.  At a last ditch effort he hung up posters around town that maybe, just maybe she would see one and call him.

ZOE  I met you for coffee

I lost your number

please call me

555-345-4565