I was standing in line for my usual 10-minute-break lunch. I hadn't seen him since we last spoke, when we broke up and he slammed my door on his way out. I thought that was all.
I didn't realice he was there too, just a couple of feet ahead of me.
He took his tray and started walking towards me. I started shaking. We couldn't stop staring at each other. He looked me strongly in the eyes and I felt strangely unconfortable and nervous.
As he was getting closer and closer I stopped listening to the noises of the restaurant and music came to my mind. Everything became slow motion. I felt butterflies in my stomach, all over again, exactly like the day I met him.
He gently grabbed his drink; and again looked me in the eyes. I started smiling, imagining the movie-style kiss that was comming up.
He grabbed his drink, and at the exact moment I fell in love again, he threw the entire cup in my face.
Him slamming my door was nothing. Let's hope me soaking wet in diet coke is enough.
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