Unexpected

Amara's POV

I couldn't, for the life of me, decide between 2% or whole milk. To me, they taste the same, but apparently one's healthier than the other. From the knowledge I acquired in my pre-med days, I vaguely recall cow milk generally not being healthy at all. Something to do with proteins and coagulation leading to clogged arteries, but I'm not too sure right now. Everything's so hazy these days, my memory's going to sh**.

While the 'battle of the lacti' goes on within my mind, a middle aged caucasian male bumps into me 'mistakenly', mumbles a "sorry" (a poor attempt at an apology), whilst staring at my a** through my sweats. I can't help but wonder if he stares at his wife the same way, or rather how many times he might have made her feel insecure or inferior by his blue-grey eyes glued onto a younger, 'prettier', woman. The gold wedding band wrapped around his ring finger forces me to think that she most likely still loves him and that he doesn't have any respect for her or her lingering insecurities when faced with such a dire situation. Pretentious pri*k. 

But, at the same time, who am I to judge? As a single 24-year old dental student in her worn out white baggy shirt, grey joggers with matching uggs, topped off with a forest of black long curls, perusing through the dairy aisle of a Sainsburys on a Friday night, have absolutely no right to judge. In fact, I barely have any recollection on how to navigate a relationship, considering the last time I was in one was during the ice-age and Donald-Trump almost ruined America. 

After standing in the dairy section for a little over 10 minutes, (Yes, 10 minutes, the correct percentage of dairy is very important to me), a moving object disrupts my periphery. Assuming it's just another pervy middle-aged man, I ignore it until the object draws closer, stops 2 inches away from me, dead in it's tracks, hovering about a foot over me. Questions like, "Am I blocking him?", "Does he need me to move?", "Am I about to be kidnapped in a supermarket?" flood my anxious mind, especially because he's well past my personal space line. I turn right to come face to face (Well, chest to face but I crane my neck toward his face) with the immovable stranger. As my eyes move upward, I immediately recognize him from YouTube. Those grey-green-blue-ish (such an odd mix) eyes,  slightly slanted at the corners, his brown-ish golden hair, faded on the sides and ruffled on the top, his smooth skin, paired with his hooked nose and oddly proportioned lips, the bottom one being wayy larger than the top... Da*n... My stranger is even more handsome off screen. I'm about to choke on words, in an attempt to prevent the foolishness that's about to spill from my mouth, when he mumbles something I can't hear. I mumble back a, 'Huh?' like an idiot.

"Huh?" I say.

"I said, how old are you?" He inquires again.

Odd conversation starter, but I'll allow it.

"24." I say, without even considering how dangerous it could be. Careless, I am careless when it comes to attractive men.

"If I asked you out, would you say yes?" He asks, standing a little straighter, with a sprinkle of confidence, displaying a little more boldness than he did when he asked the first question.

"In a heartbeat, you're gorgeous! Conspicuously gorgeous." Is what I wanted to reply with, but instead I threw out a "What's the catch?" question, to throw off the ambiance of confidence he's currently exuding, all the while narrowing my eyes, staring into the grey-blue-green pools and drowning in them.

He maintains his poise and retorts by saying, "No catch. I saw you and I thought you were cute."

I stare down at my toned down attire. He must have an attraction to women who look like they're on their third breakdown of the day.

I reply, with a voice full of skepticism, "Okay... And if I said yes?" Narrowing my eyes once more at an attempt to shake this gorgeous man full of unshaken confidence.

"You'd make my day." He slyly remarks, a slight smirk making its way to his full pink, pouty lips.

I must be DREAMING.

Whilst my insides begin to buzz with excitement, lust, curiosity and a hint of horniness, I make an effort to keep my cool and muster the words "Fine. But you don't even know my name, who I am, where I come from... I could be illegal, I could be a witch!" the word witch coming out a little airy only because I notice he's on the verge of bursting out into laughter. 

He laughs a weird airy laugh that instantly melts away the ice cold façade I tried to lay out. Little does he know I fell in love with his personality so long ago. His presence alone puts me in an undeniable trance and my attempt at a nonchalant persona withers away as my insides liquify.

Snapping me out of my trance, he replies, "You're too pretty to be a witch." He says, almost inaudibly. "Well, we can start with the basics I guess. What's your name then?"

"Amara" The name tumbles out my mouth before my brain registers the danger I've put us through. Careless.

"I like it... Amara... Amie?? I can't decide. I couldn't get tired of uttering your name though, even if I tried." He says smoothly. I soon discover that his compliments amalgamated with his British accent is my new found kryptonite. 

"Okay, so Amara," he continues, "Let's say, hypothetically, if I asked you to meet me at the pub, down the street, at 7pm this Saturday, what would you say? Hypothetically, of course." 

Now it's MY turn to smirk. It makes it's way to my lips, my mind bursting with emotion whilst my stomach turns inside out. Did he JUST ask me out?! Do I say yes??? I haven't been out in so long and I don't know if I'm ready to put myself out there again... It's a once in a life time opportunity though... How often do you come across your favorite YouTuber and some how attract them even though you look like absolute sh**?? What are the chances?! 0 okay, those are the chances, I remind myself. I don't even remember the proper date etiquette, what do I wear?? How far is too far??... Is asking him to come over to my apartment and dominate me on my kitchen table a bit too forward? Ugh... Play it cool Amara.

"Yeah sure." My lingering lustful thoughts chill my spine, causing a shaky answer.

"Great, it's a date!" He exclaims, swiftly turning around, beginning to walk away.

"Wait, what do you mean a date? I thought it was hypothetical!" I exclaim with a hint of fake cluelessness, knowing exactly what he meant and how handsome he looked winning me over.

"See you at 7pm on Saturday Amara. Don't forget!" He semi shouts as he walks toward the till.

Everything happened in a flash. The realist in me wants to calculate the probabilities of all the events that just happened happening to someone else, while the optimist in me wants to believe that it could happen to anyone and the world is a strange place. But, truth is, it doesn't happen to everyone. What just happened was a literal 'one in a billion moment.' Kiana's probably going to  think I'm lying my a** off, my brother would probably think I'm delusional, but it HAPPENED. I'm high off the experience, elated out of this world... 

What are the damn chances... Like why me? After all these years, out of the blue, the literal MAN OF MY DREAM shows up... I'm 100% confused, skeptical, curious, anxious and feel like passing out right in the dairy aisle because it's just too unbelievable... 

Suddenly, my choice of milk isn't as important anymore and I grab both cartons because, for the first time in a long a** time, I don't care as much about it.