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Finding Henry

The Beginning of a New Love

By Zandra SheltonPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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As the bus arrived that morning, I felt as if this day would be different. Oh, how I wish I was wrong; yet at the exact moment that the thought ran through my mind, the bus splashed through the puddle just four steps away from me at full speed. the once cute maroon business suit I picked out for the day was now soaked with the garbage left by fate. Yet as I lifted my arms to block my face from any flying debris, a briefcase came swinging at what I was sure to hit me square in the face, and instead it jammed my pointer finger so hard from impact I was sure it was broken, thus causing the random hero to remove his briefcase, and my face was, in fact, drenched with dirty gutter water and a flyer for bad Chinese food sticking to my beautifully applied makeup. I then felt his had remove the flyer and begin to pat dry my face with the softest thing I've ever felt. Almost as if he was trying to preserve what was left of my face, I opened my eyes and, to my surprise, he wasn't drop dead gorgeous, but instead average, with a flair for style, considering he was walking around with a silk handkerchief. I almost forgot why I was standing there wet until I heard the bus driver yelling, "Hey lady, you two gonna have to catch the next bus. You're too soaked to get on mine and I'm not cleaning up any mess you make." The audacity of this man was absolutely insane, but before I could even fathom what to say, the stranger spoke with a mix between a street and school accent. "This young lady deserves an apology and a towel before you should even think of assaulting her any further with the trash you just uttered. Can't you see she's drenched in the dirtiest water this side of the hoover dam?"

Attempting to hold back my laughter, seeing as how I've never heard any one use the Hoover Dam as an analogy, I put my most distracting-yet-still-angry face forward. The bus driver apologized, closed the door, and drove off. I asked who he was. He replied simply with, "I'm Henry, and if you want to know more, I'll see you here again tomorrow at 3:15."

Dumbfounded, I stood there grinning from ear to ear. I somehow managed to muster the courage to say, "I'll be at the Denny's on the corner tomorrow at 3:20. If you want to know my name, you'll be there holding my chair." I then turned and walked back home to change and call work to notify them of my situation, walking confidently while also feeling the squish of my black flats as I pressed the water out—positively sure he was staring. I didn't dare look back.

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