Evelyn

Intro what if some strangers are just pieces of your heart you haven’t met yet? Her Pov:y Never talk to strangers, that's what they say, right? For once, I didn’t listen. When I saw him across the room with his friends, my gut screamed “he’s your type.” My heart? It was already scrambling. I kept sneaking glances over my friend’s shoulder, pretending to listen while she vented about her ex. My heart sped up every time I caught sight of him. When he started walking toward me, I didn't know whether to run, scream, or faint. My brain went into overdrive, act cool, breath, don't overthink it. I couldn't move, couldn't think. Run, scream, faint, none of these options felt right. “Hey, my friend likes you," is what he managed to say. That's it. That's all he said. I just stared at him like an idiot. I couldn't help it, don't blame me. My brain short- circuited. His friend? I didn't even know who his friend was. I looked in his eyes, completely in shock, what is happening? I tried to glance at his friends, which one? None of it added up. He was the only one who’d been watching me all night. I didn't ? know what to do. So I laughed. Not a polite ‘I’ll let this slide’ kind of laugh; but a genuine, ‘what just happened’ laugh. He looked mortified, which somehow made him even more endearing. I guess why not? I looked back at my friend and smiled. His friends weren't as bad as I expected. They welcomed me with open arms, joking around as if we’d known each other forever. Someone had the bright idea to go to the beach, and before I could second-guess anything, we were driving down the highway, windows rolled down. The sand was cold between my fingers, but it didn’t bother me as much as it should've. We talked for hours, sitting there with the waves crashing in front of us. We were the only people left awake in the world. I was freezing even in the biggest coat I could find. He didn't seem cold at all. Maybe he didn't feel it the way I did. Or maybe he was too polite -