Every feeling is printed in my memory.

He was standing right there to the right side of the the road, looking concentrated. I was standing further away - behind him. It was raining heavily and I was soaked, even so, I could easily recognize him from a crowd. It was him.

Unexpectedly, he turned around looking the opposite way he was walking, and towards me. My hair was wet and my clothes were ordinary, I wished I had come prepared. Even by wearing slightly better looking shirt and stylish jeans. Or maybe bought another change of clothes to change after my shift. Or even... no, thinking that way won't change anything.

The wind blew and my hair was stuck on my face.

Someone is coming towards me. Closer. Someone is close, wait, someone is touching me!

I was freaking out, there was actually someone standing this close to me.

Who could it be. Oh no!

I thought I was in trouble, that someone wanted to steal my pay or maybe kidnap me (although I wasn't really the beauty). This was different thought, unexpected.

What is this person doing and who is this person to begin with..?

I felt shivers down my spine. I think this person is touching me, yes - cold fingers. I can feel them on my neck.

Suddenly did I not feel the raindrops dropping on top of my head any longer. It was warmer. And the hair covering my face was held by someone standing to the side. No, I can hear a heavy breathing in front of me. And yes, in front of me stood a guy. That guy. That man who made my heart pound and skip a beat when I see him on the street.

I can see now - he was holding his umbrella on top of our heads, covering me for the rain with one hand and holding me hair with the other one. I could hear my heart pounding, it was so loud, so embarrassing! And I thought: "I wish I had looked better at that time...