He’s There

He's there. Just like I was told. He's there. And he's looking at me.

He's smiling. I smile back. And give a little wave. I see him waving back.

Now he's walking toward me. I check my hair and my clothes. Do I look alright? How does he think of me? He's smiling, but is he smiling out of courtesy or because he's really happy to see me? Is he going to ask me? What is he going to say? "Hi, I'm Alex." Alex. Alex. How do I know for sure that it's Alex? What if it's a different Alex? ...who looks suprisingly similar to the Alex I used to know. But it can't be Alex. Alex hates me. Or... I thought he hated me. Or maybe he's changed. Maybe time has softened his heart. Maybe... just maybe... he might ask me now.

Now he's right before me. He holds out his hand. "Erika, right?"

I hesitate taking his hand. "Yes, that's me. And you are?"

"Alex." He shakes my hand and smiles. "Nice to see you again."