CHAPTER THREE-FIRST HOUR

Once she realized their gaze locked, she quickly averted her eyes. Candice turned around in her seat and took a sip of her beer. She crossed her legs and looked out the window. She began walking the people walking to catch their flights. On occasion she would see the rare bunch walking causally; like a stroll in the park.

Cory looked back at his computer and finished his sentence. He looked t the girl again. Then he looked around the room. It’s too quiet, he thought. Cory saved his work and closed his laptop. Something in his gut was telling him to go over there and talk to the girl. Why not? What do I have to loose? He checked his watch. Three hours and twenty minutes to go. He sighed. I’m not in school anymore. Why am I still getting these elementary feelings? ‘Always follow your gut’, his dad would say. ‘It’ll never steer you down the wrong path.’ He snorted. That’s why you’re dead pop, he told himself.

Candice finished the last of her beer and sat the glass down gently. She turned around and found to her surprise that the table the man was sitting at was empty. She felt a small sting of sadness. She turned back around. I told you to go over there, she scolded to herself.

“I hope you’re not too picky about your beers,” a man’s voice said. She jumped a little. I knew this was a bad idea, he thought.

“Oh! Yeah, I mean no…No, I’m not,” She stuttered. She put a hand on her chest. He put the beers on the table. She looked up at him. He was carrying a duffle bag and a laptop case.

“Oh…I’m sorry…please sit,” she said. God, you’re so stupid, she thought. He smiled and sat down.

“I have four hours to kill so I thought you’d like some company as well,” He said. He was trying to look her in the eye but it was hard. She has pretty eyes, he thought.

“Well, looks like we’ll be talking for a while. I have four hours as well,” she said with a smile. Her eyes were doing a better job looking him in the eye.

“Oh! Well great!” He said with a smile. She giggled. He put his hand out. “I’m Cory.” She took his hand.

“I’m Candice.” Her hand felt small and lady like. She looked deep into his eyes. She felt small and vulnerable, in his strong firm grip.