Sara reached through the shadows to pull out the tangled mess of cords and wires. Her hands tugging and yanking while her eyes tried to follow the knots down, under, and through.
I had opened the door, and she was what I saw. I didn’t know what to do. The room was supposed to be empty; the room was supposed to be mine.
But that's where I met her; sitting cross legged on the floor buried under a pile of cords. Finger deep in wires, it looked like she was playing string games.
She looked up at me, startled by the sudden noise, and I was frozen.
There are those few and rare moments in your life when the world stops. This was one of them.
I could see myself; wandering around the room looking at me standing frozen looking at her. She was the most gorgeous woman I had seen in my life. Her blue eyes pierced through me and I wanted to tuck tail and run. But she seemed unfazed; she just stood up, dusted herself off, and then introduced herself.
I couldn’t breathe. I’m sure any normal person would be able to squeak out a syllable or maybe a shallow introduction. But I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. I kept looking at her with that deer caught in the headlights stare.
Something.
Anything.
What was I suppose to do?
Awkward silence.
