Anita was exhausted by the time she
got off work that evening. She loved her job- she was an accountant- but days
like today always made her wonder how long she would last. She sighed, stepping
out of the office building and onto the busy street. The entire day at work,
despite how busy she’d been, her mind had been overwritten and distracted by
the event that happened two days ago.
It seemed unbelievable that two
days already passed since her ‘accident’ and her encounter the man who saved
her life. In the entirety of time that
passed, she was left wondering how to get in touch with that man. She owed her
life to him, and that wasn’t something she would forget.
she merged into the crowd on the
sidewalk and started her walk. Normally Anita would be heading straight home
after work, but that wasn’t the case today. With her work bag slung over her
shoulder, she instead headed in the local café’s direction.
That
morning, Anita had made the odd move of driving to work. Since she lived so
close- only a seven-minute walk- she more often left her vehicle at home. But
today she felt the urge to bring it with her, though she hadn’t a clue why,
even now when she was avoiding her car and walking to the cafe in her fancy
work dress suit and high heels. She tried to tell herself, reasonably, that she
just needed the fresh air.
In a way it was true. The thought
of her pursuit and wondering how she would achieve it sent her heart on a
marathon. she knew, deep down, that there was something else. Something she
would not argue with. So, her car would be left at the office building until,
presumably, she was ready to pick it up later on that evening.
She tried to delve deeper into the
reason she walked. Other than serving as an effective way to calm herself down
and have some rest, no reasons came to her. Instead, she began thinking of the
interesting prospect of meeting him. There were many things about him she
wanted to know, though,, she knew little, if given the opportunity, she would
ask. A lot of her curiosities just seemed rude.
Her face warmed at the thought of
meeting the man. Then she pushed the thoughts away, calming herself again. She
didn’t want to think about the man anymore. Instead, she distracted herself by
thinking of the actual incident. Her idiocy that day was appalling, and, had
she been hit, it would have been entirely her fault. She would have died and
traumatized the person who hit her, and several of the onlookers, for life. The
scene of her ‘accident’ was another block past the cafe, and she’d been running
in the opposite direction that she was walking now, heading for home.
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