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rolled her eyes and sighed. “No. Come one, tell
me what he looks like.”
    “He’s cute.” She finally admitted, her voice low so he
couldn’t hear her. “Really cute actually.” The second statement was an
afterthought, more to herself than to her friend as she recalled her surprising
visual of the person sitting just behind her. She was so close to him, she
considered, and yet he seemed so unreachable to her somehow.
    “Then that’s settled.” Her friend was smiling widely
across the table at her. “Problem solved. Go introduce yourself.”
    “Okay.” Reagan nodded in agreement. Yet when she
thought about moving, she found herself glued to the seat.
    “What are you doing?” Petra asked after a few seconds
when her friend remained motionless. No, not just motionless. Completely frozen
in place.
    But all Reagan could do was smile sheepishly and
reply, “Working up the nerve.”
    "Well,”
It was clear by the tone of her voice that she’d had enough of Reagan’s damsel
in distress act for one day, “if you want to meet him then it’s now or never,
because your mystery man is walking out the door right now." Petra nodded
her head toward the table behind them. The two were simultaneously standing and
throwing down a couple of bills each for the tip. “And if you don’t go for it
now, I don’t ever want to hear about this, or him, again.”
    With
alarm etched into her face, Reagan turned around to see that yes, the guys were
in fact disappearing into the crowd. Without a name or any other identifying
information to go on, she knew this could very well be her last chance to
verify if all her curiosities had been true. Maybe it was the fear that her
possible dream guy could slip right through her fingers, or maybe it was
something else all together. But whatever it was, Reagan had practically leapt
from her seat before realizing she’d even moved. She wasn’t sure what she was
planning to do, or even what she was planning on saying once she caught up to
them, but she knew she had to try.
    Unable
to resist the urge, she paused just for a second as she passed their table,
glancing down at the bills that had been left. It was a generous tip, she
noted, particularly when compared to that of his friend. Brownie points for him
already.
    "Call me later! And
I want details!” Petra’s voice faded as Reagan disappeared into the crowd that
lingered by the door.

 
 
CHAPTER FOUR

 
    Reagan
practically erupted through the door and into the multitudes that lingered on
the red brick sidewalk. Her clumsy exit drew more than a few stares, to which
she blushed and did her best to ignore as she looked around for her mystery
man. A girl on a mission, she didn’t have time to worry about things like that.
At least, that’s what she kept telling herself despite her tendency to worry
about things exactly like that.
    She
wasn’t sure what to expect, but she’d assumed he would be standing there
somewhere, maybe with his back to the door. Though completely out of her
character and definitely stretching her comfort zone, she’d figured she could
walk right up with some stupid, transparent excuse to talk to him and gauge his
interest in getting to know her. If it went well, there was a coffee shop just
down the road she sometimes visited. It was a nice place to talk...
    But
she was getting ahead of herself, and when she made it to the sidewalk she
couldn’t find him anywhere. There was no sign of him, as though he’d already
completely disappeared. Deciding there hadn’t been time for him to hop into a
cab, get his own car or walk completely out of sight – she hadn’t been that far behind him after all –
she looked quickly around, straining her memory for something about him that
would be easy to pick out from the gazillions of other people who were apparently out enjoying the day. There had to be
something, she just needed to focus...
    His
height? Maybe, but there were a lot of tall guys around. His hair?