One minute. 37 seconds.
My legs are shaking. Holy cow, there's no way I can do this. None
One minute. 29 seconds.
I glance around at the faces surrounding the room. Of course my meeting would take place in a gross, overcrowded cafeteria.
One minute. 6 seconds.
Somewhere within these four walls, someone has the same exact countdown on their wrist. They're going through the same exact pressure as me.
54 seconds.
Mum said I should be excited, not nervous. Yet I find myself wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. I can't believe she talked me into wearing a dress. I mean, shouldn't my soulmate meet me how I am? All plain jeans, blah shirt, wild brown curly hair?
30 seconds.
Something deep within me tells me to stand up. I do, drawing attention of my table mates. They all know too. They smile encouragingly at me. I chew on my lip nervously.
25 seconds.
That same feeling pulls me towards the center of the room. My stomach drops away from me as I take a step in that direction.
20 seconds.
I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up
19. Faster..
18. Quicker..
17. More rapid
16. It's racing
Oh my goodness. This is it. The moment my life changes. My eyes search frantically around the cafeteria, searching for someone who looks as nervous as me. For someone who's heading towards their future with no sense of direction like me.
10 seconds.
The feelings directs me slightly to the left. I turn to accommodate.
5. My heart has given up entirely.
4. I stop walking.
3. Just waiting.
2. Everything is about to change.
1. Deep breath
0000 d 00 h 00 m 00 s
Someone taps my shoulder. I twirl around and my gray eyes meet blue, blue ones.
"Hello there, love. It appears you're stuck with me now"
As my words fail me, the only thing I can think about is "I'm so glad I shaved"
