Seven days make one week. Subtract six busy days, one day left, otherwise known as Saturday; the weekend. During the weekend she meets him and he meets her. The electrons drawing the two to each other are strongly felt. The weekends are too short but each second spent together by the two is cherished. She has her principles to live up to, nursing a cut in her heart. He's far from home, trying to find himself. Two charges wavering around. Who's to bring them together? Fate? Desire? Are they even meant to be together? . . . . . The Weekends We Met. Coming straight from the author's heart. ©2021, A. N. Abayie.