DANA
Forget about the butterflies on the stomach, those weren't enough to justify the mixture of throbbing heartbeats and blissful anticipation on my gut. He looked like that movie heartthrob from the 80's carrying a jukebox overhead. Only that what he was wearing now is the prettiest smile in the world and a rectangular Bluetooth speaker with our song, enlivening the entire office.
That moment, the rest of the people didn't matter. Suddenly, what I was thinking in my head was that there's only me and him, the rest were not to be mind. Like everyone shifted into blurred distortions and the only images that mattered were mine and his. Behind me, were whispers.
"who is that?"
"wait, doesn't he look familiar? He's that guy from the coffee shop!"
"do you know something about this?"
"so the rumors were true then. Miss dana has a boyfriend?!"
"he looks like a Disney prince, if you ask me."
