First Thing

“Whoa! Are you okay?”

No! I think I just broke my butt!

As I look up, he squats down. Suddenly, I can’t breathe.

Blue eyes – so blue – beneath wireframed glasses, a mess of curly, reddish hair, sensitive mouth…

“I don’t know how that happened…” He looks confused.

“My fault! I was waving to my friends at the bus stop instead of looking where I was going.”

Even as I speak, Samira runs up. “Amy! Are you all right?”

“I think so. Just embarrassed.”

“You fell hard!”

Not helping, Samira.

“Can you stand?” Blue Eyes still looks concerned. “Let me help you up.”

Standing, he extends a long arm. I grab his hand with both of mine.

Ooomph!

Smack right into his chest!

​He’s tall. And he smells nice and soapy.