He starred at her intently. He was intrigued by the way his eyes were locked onto hers, as if nobody else was around. Oblivious to the que he was creating, the summons of the cashier wasn't quite as appealing to her unspoken delight. Thinking heart before head he walked over to her with every intension for a conversation but his entire thought capacity had disappeared. Edging closer their gazes clocked, she was the first to speak any words.
"Hi you"
All the memories came flooding back, all the days they spent together, the time , the money was worth it in his eyes. The white band across her finger still symbolises the bond they once had.
"How have you been?" She said delicately
He was finding it difficult to find his words, but managed to mumble out a simple
"Good"
The sound of his voice made a sudden flutter of her heart. There was no need for any other words, just the presence of each other brought a warm, comfortable recognisable feel.
They spent the day together, as if it was the first time again. This time was different, it was as if all the petty dislikes and annoyances were not important anymore. Walking until the sun set he walked her home like he used to. From behind the silhouette of what looked like an expensive car obviously owned by a stereotypical handsome chiseled business man, a deep voice strained
"Give me a hand, honey"
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