"I was meaning to talk to you." I fidget with my fingers.
I was burning and bursting inside out with the mere thought that I met him and finally going to talk to him to my heart's content. As I look up at those ocean blue eyes, they looked back at me but they were indifferent towards me, void of any emotion which was the complete opposite of mine.
He looked at his shoulder where I had touched him with disgust, little particles of sand had grouped there, he dusts them off with a pat of his hand and looks back at me with a cold and menacing glare as if disappointed in my existence. I unconsciously, take a few retreating steps.
"It better be worth my time. Speak, Miss Amber."
What? Why was he acting like he didn't know me?
I wasn't any Amber! It was Sarah! Your Sarah! Who you love so much...
I stay quiet and delirium, as I watch him agitated under my gaze.
