Je cherche

I fiddled with the pages of the books on the shelves, wondering which one would be worth reading. I glanced briefly, or so I would like to think, at the mirror to my right. I combed my hair with my fingers, neatly arranging it. I adjusted my shirt and tightened the plaid button-up I tied around my waist. I wore blue shorts and completed the outfit with my worn down favourite black boots. I smiled to myself, ‘my boots are dying.’ The front edge of the shoes looks like they’re about to rip and fall apart any second. I shrugged, ‘They’re still hella classy and I wouldn’t have it any other way.’ I checked my phone once more, continually attempting to get a connection to the internet. I walked around the first floor, wondering where he was. I jokingly checked the magazine section, chuckling to myself, a joke only I would understand. After 5 minutes, I decided that maybe I would explore upstairs while waiting and therefore convinced myself that I was thirsty as an excuse to further feed my sense of adventure in the store. I stepped on the escalator and ascended to the 2^nd floor. I was greeted with shelves of children’s books. My lips curved in a nostalgic grin as I remembered being so enticed by these books. As I passed various hard and soft covers alike, the moment had passed and I continued my venture up the next escalator to the 3^rd floor. I looked down at my phone again, still trying to get a connection. I turned to my right and looked up. I felt my face begin to beam as I turned around and looked forward. It was all too perfect. There he was. I quickly looked down on the ground and bit my lip trying to hold in my happiness. As much as I don’t like to admit, I loved seeing the guy, and I don’t think that very often about people. I regained my composure in a millisecond, even though the thoughts that whirred through my mind felt like years. I look up from the ground, straightened my posture and modeled a cool grin. You know, my type of smile when one side of my lip curls up and my eyes work their magic, complimenting my pouty lips—or something like that. He stood there with a huge smile on his face; I couldn’t help but reciprocate the expression.  He had his hands in his tan short pockets while maintaining a coolish posture. He wore a button-up polka dot dress shirt, and clean blue shoes. His face was equally beaming like I was.  I snapped my phone case, closing it, and slipped my phone in my back pocket.  I walked towards him.  “Were you looking for me?” he asked. I felt myself freezing at his question. Yes would’ve been the right answer, the honest answer. But instead, the words “No, I was thirsty,” slipped out. I mentally face palmed myself to make up for it. He was still smiling at me, ignoring what I had just said. I bit my lip, smiled back, and at that moment I realized that I found what I was looking for.