I stepped out from the gloom of the hospital, with its artificial lighting and the strong scent of disinfectant, back to the sight of the outside world, with the sun beaming down and the smell of fresh air (although this wasn't always exactly 'fresh').
I pulled out my phone from my pocket and covered the screen with one of my hands to produce a shadow so I could read the writing on it. I had a message. It was from Rhys.
It felt as if someone had just walked up to me and punched me several times in the stomach I was that angry at him, how could he tell his sister everything and set her on me? I all of a sudden had this urge to scream at the top of my lungs that I hated him, about what he'd done to me and why I hated him so much, just let it all out of my system, off my chest and out of my mind... but I couldn't, not in public. I decided not to read his text just yet I had better things to do with my time rather than waste time texting him, I had to meet Sara.
I walked down the cobbled path outside the hospital and walked down the high street, I caught a glimpse of myself in a reflection of a shop window and I quickly adjusted my hair and pulled some lipgloss out as mine had began to fade slightly. In all honesty I looked like I had been dragged through a hedge backwards but I had no time to improve my appearance, I had to meet Sara.
I sighed and threw my lipgloss back into my bag and, after one more look in the window, began my walk to the coffee shop to see Sara. I walked down the path and pushed past the groups of people that were in my way, losing count of the amount of times I had to say "excuse me". A man rushed towards me, he was looking down and was on his phone, I swerved to avoid him yet he still managed to bump into me.
"Ouch! Watch it!" I yelled without thinking. He looked up at me.
"I'll call you back," he started and hung up his phone, he then walked to me and put his hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, just gave me a shock that's all. You should really look where you are going," I replied. He smiled slightly.
"I'm sorry, let me make it up to you?" he asked. I shook my head.
"No, no. I don't need you to "make it up to me"," I answered.
"But I insist!" he exclaimed, smiling. He had a heavenly smile, it was so hard to resist...
"Snap out of it Saphire! He'll only hurt you..." I thought to myself, afterall I had been hurt enough already over the past few days, hadn't I?
"No, honestly it's fine," I smiled.
"No, I insist!" he persevered. He opened up his wallet.
"Oh no, it's okay. I'm fine," I replied walking away, he stepped in front of me and stopped me. He had bright blue eyes which stared into mine and he smiled at me.
"Please, just let me," he begged.
"Look, I have someone waiting for me right now... I can't be late," I sighed.
"Lucky guy," he responded.
"It's not a guy," I giggled. "Anyway, I need to go!"
He sighed slightly and handed me a piece of paper.
"Here, have this. Don't read it... yet. Just take it," he ordered, pushing the paper into my pocket.
"What the-?" I started.
"Anyway, you need to go. I won't hold you up any longer," he interrupted. "Nice meeting you, I'll watch where I'm walking next time,"
"Er... yeah... okay?" I stuttered, by this time he was already making his way down the path.
I shook my head and pulled out the folded piece of paper, I had no clue what it was and the thought that some random man that I had met in the street had given it to me made me even more confused. I unfolded the paper, holding my breath in excitement, there was writing on the paper.
It was his name and his phone number written like you'd find on a business card.
"Smooth way of giving a girl your number," I thought. "I wonder how many other girls have been given this, I bet he has loads of girls bothering him..."
I slid my phone out of my pocket and typed the number accurately into my phone and saved it into my contacts, but didn't bother to text him, I had other priorities right now. I shook my head and walked slightly faster to make up for the time I had wasted by having an unnecessary conversation with some random stranger, I sighed knowing that now I was definitely going to be late and I knew full well Sara wouldn't be impressed.
I saw the faded sign on the wall of the coffee shop, half of its letters had begun to chip off by now and it was difficult to make out what it said, but the fresh smell of the coffee that wafted down the street made sure that everyone knew it was a coffee shop. I sped up and quickly crossed the road whilst there was no oncoming traffic and walked through the door, I looked for Sara urgently but she was nowhere to be seen.