My Missing Tune

Part 2

Two weeks later

Rosie
    It was colder today, probably forty something degrees. I have on my thick wool coat as I stroll around the park with my remaining break time, OneRepublic blasting through my earbuds. Breathing in the fall air is my remedy from all the chaos of coffee and rude customers. Leaves blowing around my boots, wind whistling through the cracks of the oak trees.

     I am walking around the South side of the park, trying to avoid letting him see me, since he is here, as per usual. He has his laptop out. Everyonce in a while he lifts his head, as if searching for something. Though what it is, I can't come up with?

Whatever.

    Pulling my phone from my jacket pocket, the time reads 10:19 AM. I have about ten more minutes until I have to make my way back into the warmth of the cafe, so I start heading in the direction of work.

    "This town is colder now. I think it's sick of us. It's time to make our move. I'm shakin' off the rust..." The lyrics of Stop and Stare pulse through my ears, along with a whiff of some guy's cologne. It's nice, sort of earthy; smells like salt and the beach.

    As I round the corner to the East part of the park, the purple bench comes into view. I hold my breath.

He is not sitting on the bench.

Tilting my head to the side, I glance around the park to see if he just got up.

Strange.

Maybe he got done with his writing early today? I'm a little disappointed, but whatever, he will be back tomorrow at 8:20 sharp. I shake out my body a little. God I probably looked weird just standing around, clearly spying on something.

    Stepping back away from the view of the bench, I head back to work. Except I can't turn around the whole way, before I slam headfirst into a large frame.

    "Oh. I am so sorry!" I say bouncing backwards, my left earbud popping out from the collision. Steady hands reach out to keep me balanced.

    "No, it was my fault, I didn't see you." His voice is deep and smooth, like something from a film.

    When my head stops spinning, I notice his face, who he is. His head is tilted to the side. Dark brown eyes, frantically scanning mine for damage.

    "Stop and stare...."

    It's him.

    My purple bench boy.

Grayson
    My heart is beating faster than I think it ever has before. I might be squeezing her shoulders a little too hard, but I don't seem to care right now. It's her.
She is standing right in front of me.

Her eyes are hazel, shining more green in the sunlight. They're even more perfect than any other color I had pictured from afar. Then a birthmark. Right off the corner of her left lip, perfectly settled in with her small dimpled smirk.

    I can't stop staring. That is until she slowly reaches up to tug out the earbud that is still in her ear. Her bangs start falling over her eyes, and I wish they wouldn't so I could see all of her soft face.

     Her lips part, but nothing comes out. She closes them, then opens them again, blessing me with her soft voice.

    "It's okay." She pauses for a moment, as I let my hands drop now that she seems stable.

    "Rosie." she blurts out. What?

    "Was that a question?" I ask. She exhales, a pink hue climbing up her cheeks.

    "Sorry. My name is Rosie." Her hand reaches out. I take it without any hesitation.

    "I'm Grayson." I smile, shaking her hand. She looks down at her watch after I let her hand go; she bites the inside of her lip. She has to get back to the cafe.

    "You have to go. It's okay. I mean I know you work at the cafe, I see you take your walks which I assume is your break."

Way to sound weird and creepy dude.

    "Sorry, that sounds really creepy. I mean, not many people around this park, so when you are out I notice- I'm gonna stop now." I chuckle at myself, then look down at my shoes. I'm an idiot.

    Then she's laughing. My eyes quickly meet hers again, this time wrinkled around the edges. Her full smile and perfect teeth making their first appearance.

    "No, don't worry. In fact, this isn't the first time I was looking for you, either."

    "Really?" I ask.

    "No. Is that weird?" She asks with a guilty sort of look. I shake my head. Then she lets out another laugh, and nods her head along with mine.

    The wind blows around us, breaking the silence. She's looking past me with a conflicted expression, back at what I assume is the cafe.

    "I have-"

    -"to go." I finish for her.

    "Yeah. Sorry." She genuinely looks apologetic for having to leave, which makes me feel better. She puts her hands in her pockets, and offers my one last smile, before she turns around and starts walking.

    "It was nice finally meeting you!" I call out towards her. She stops, and slowly turns to face me. She looks like pure happiness, just smiling at me.

    "Same here."

    Then she's gone. Gone, along with the chill; her jacket wrapped tightly around her.

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Okay everybody, they have officially met!
I just love these two :)

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