I saw him.
He was standing lone at the corner of the waiting area. There were only 10 students here. Waiting to be called for the interview. He was shaking his legs for the last hour since we're here. He had earphones on. His eyes strained on his phone. While his fingers lightly drumming the wall beside him.
He was by far the most beautiful human my eyes had the privilege of seeing.
We were called with our numbers. I was 79 and we started forming our lines to head out. He wasn't paying attention at all. I assumed he was the last person.
I tentatively patted his shoulders.
"80?"
"Yes."
Oh my Lumpy Space Princess. He had the most beautiful eyes. Somewhere between bewitched or just plain bewildered. That's what I felt.
His voice was like serene sea waters lapping softly against my toes.
"Oh, right. Thanks. "
Maybe I gawked a little. Because he smiled and led me by my hand to the waiting line.
I moved forward.
We were holding hands no more but the feeling was there.
Since then,
Till now.
I have always felt it. From my last lifetime till light-years ahead.
" May I know your name? " He whispered behind.
"Zebrianna."
"I'm Brandon. "
