And as I peeked up…

from this mortifying place on the floor, there he was - towering over me with bright, dark eyes.

And I was lost.

Extending a hand, “Here, let me help you.”

A small chuckle escapes as he takes in my surroundings.

“Quite the, uh, place to be?”

Blushed from head to toe, I take his hand and avoid his eyes. I may not survive if I look again.

“Well, it was until you showed up.” I snap. Ughhh why did I say that??

Letting go of my hand, he gives me a “hmm - okay, I’ll leave you to it then” and starts to walk away. His dark shirt and pants highlighted by the sun coming through the window creating a silloutte. The gods are punishing me.

“Wait - I’m sorry. Thank you for helping me up. You caught me in a precarious situation, and I’m not used to receiving help from strangers.”

He tilts his head and his eyebrows bunch, “Stranger? You don’t remember me, do you?”

My eyes go wide…

(to be continued)