She was carrying a book or two with her. She must be heading toward her coaching institute, he thought. But then, it would at least take an hour for her to come back. Going back home was not even an option anymore. Waiting for her seemed more appropriate to him. After all, more is less when in love. And hence, waiting in scorching heat just to get a few more glimpse of her was least he could do for her.
Cigarettes kept him busy for an hour. And when she was about to come back, he rushed back to his car and parked it at a considerable distance for he didn't want her to see him. Seeing him may creep her out and it might form an image of a psycho stalker of him, he thought.
Some minutes past an hour, she was back. She was there right in front of his eyes, he still being invisible. Even in her night suit and tightly tied hair, she was as pretty as she used to be two years ago when he saw her first time. He wanted the time to stop right there just for the sake of seeing her for a few more moments. But she started her scooty and left.
Following her doesn't seem right to him and so, he head back home. But all this while, a question kept bugging him. Was he simply lucky that day or was it destiny that made him see her?