I turned around and there she was, mumbling to herself in a French Canadian accent counting American money.
“Trois, quatre, cinq…”
“Est-ce que je peus t’assiste?”
Our eyes met, and we smiled as if we had been friends for all of eternity.
“I am trying to do math.”
“Where you from?”
“Vancouver, but I am from Montreal”
“Nice…”
I paid for my plastic moose figurine and we smiled as I left.
Five hours later, a relatively empty Chinese restaurant. I walk in and catch something gorgeous out of the corner of my eye. Could that be her? My arm goes up to wave and I suddenly cannot remember if it is or not. My arm shoots down and I try to play it off like I was doing something different. She saw me. She was seated at a table a few yards away with two men and I looked over at her again. She smiled.
“How are you?” I asked.
“Very good!” She then translates to the men sitting beside her about our first encounter.
My company and I decide we would like to eat elsewhere and we leave.
“Take care!”
“Good bye.”
We smiled.
I may never see you again and it saddens me, blah, blah, blah. I am not usually one to get all sappy after only a few seconds of contact but(sigh) I hope fate will let us meet again.