At first glance

I was simply in line waiting to make a deposit when I noticed a rather handsome male behind me.

I can't even put into words how handsome he was. I steal glances at him, pretending as if I am searching for someone. But for him, he had no shame in staring at me, his hazel eyes peering into mine with every stolen glance.

I can even make out the small smile that was playing at the corners of his thin pink lips. Even though he now pulled his hat further down his face, trying to hide his features, I'll never forget him and neither did I want to.

It was my time in the line, which took the teller buzzing his bell three times before I realised it.

"Just making a deposit," I told the teller.

He gave me a smile before taking the bank slip and cash.

"Have a nice day."

I smiled.

Even though my transaction was complete and I have no more business in the bank, I wanted to linger a bit, even if it was to get his name or to say hi.

I walked by where he was in the queue, giving him a sideways glance.

Even though he was staring at the paper in his hand, he still peeked up at me, his lips parting as if he wanted to say something.

I smiled, paying attention back to where I was going, in fear of tripping and embarrassing myself.

It left me to wonder, 'would he catch me if I fall?'

'Would he come to my side to see if I was ok?'

I steal one last glance at him, not so surprised to see that he was doing the same. This time, his smile was bigger and our eyes lingered on each other longer.

I returned a smile of my own; I doubt we'll ever meet again, but if we did, it would be by some sort of miracle.

'Life would be kind to me for once.'

I walked out to the chilling weather of Chicago. With winter in the air, the Wind City was already blistering, threatening to send below zero degrees days and several inches of snow.

I walked to the cafe just across the road, where I waited for my best friend Vanessa, so we can have lunch like we usually do every Wednesday.

I couldn't help but stare at the bank's door, expecting to see my unnamed man stepping out, but he never did.

I drummed my fingers on the table while checking my rose gold Michael Kors diamond-encrusted watch, getting a tod bit impatient. Nessa knew I hate waiting. She also knew that I hate being in a place by myself for too long.

Just then, the door to the cafe ding. My head snapped up almost immediately thinking that it was Vanessa, but it surprised me to see that it was him.

Our eyes meet and again he smiled at me, which I return, but he made no move to approach me. Instead, he took the next table and sat directly in front of me. His smile never left as he stared at me.

It felt a bit creepy to have him just sitting there by himself, staring at me. Then again, how did he feel? With me starting and smiling.

Just then, four people, three males and a female joined him. The female greeted him with a kiss on the cheek.

She said something close to his ear, and he cracked a smile, showing off his pearly white, straight teeth and dimpled cheeks.

The female removed his hat, exposing his dark messy bedhead hairstyle and bushy brows.

I swore my heart stopped at how handsome he was.

I had to use something as a distraction to stop myself from my constant gaze.

Gladly, Vanessa finally came. I welcomed her with a warm smile and exchanged seats.

I raised a brow at her colourful hair.

"Like it?" Flipped her hair.

"Love." I touched a lock.

Nessa was never one to follow the rules, thinks that we should express our individuality and isn't afraid to tell people to fu*k off.

A smile spread across her long beautiful face, while her grey eyes remained serious.

"So, how was your day?"

"Not over yet," I groaned.

I wanted to tell her so badly about that mysterious man, but knowing her, she would urge me to talk to him, stare or do some outrageous thing to get his attention.

So instead I told her about how the Real estate was coming along, as I listened to her gossip about the new male Art teacher, who she thought would be the perfect match for me.

"You should get into the dating scene, stop feeling sorry for yourself and get some loving," Vanessa said, as she hugged me goodbye.

I couldn't help me laugh, "yeah, when pigs fly."

I turned to leave, only to collide with him. He gazed down at me from under long lashes. His strong, masculine cologne was almost overpowering, and I had to catch my breath.

"Sorry," his smooth voice came.

I opened my mouth, but before any words could come out, his friends were pulling him away. All I could do was stare after him as he glanced back at me.

"Well, there goes my chance," I murmured, walking to where I parked my car earlier.

I had one last stop before going home; my newly opened Salon, where I am going to get my hair done before starting my day tomorrow.

I needed a trim, and I was planning on straightening my naturally curly red hair.

I had a busy day starting at five am tomorrow morning; I had high hopes for myself and wanted to break my record by selling six houses in one day.

Hopefully, I do, especially seeing that one of those houses had enough space for a potential family.

"Welcome, Royal-Reign." The receptionist greeted.

I smiled at her.

"Your stylist will be with you shortly. He is just finishing up with another client." She informed me.

I took a seat in the waiting area. The minute I did, I was presented with lemon water and orange slices.

"Thanks," I smiled at the salon attendant.

After waiting for half an hour, and skipping through three sports and a style magazine, Enzo finally called for me.

"Welcome, welcome. Looking varnishing as ever." He kissed both of my cheeks, then led me over to his chair.

"If I wasn't gay, I would have courted you already. Such a beautiful lass as yourself shouldn't be single." He went on, brandishing a blue cape to wrap around my beige O-neck solid Chanel dress.

"This lovely head of hair," Enzo played in it a bit, giving me a small scalp massage before working his magic.

"I love your hair," he gushed, spinning the chair around and snapping a few photos.

"So lovely." He pretended to cry.

"Oh, Enzo!" I slapped his arm. "Wish me luck for tomorrow."

"Oh, but darling, you don't need it. You are a walking blessing, a charm." Enzo praised.

I smiled at him and waved my goodbye. After stepping out into the night air, I pulled my shawl tighter over my shoulders.

Before getting into my car, I noticed the man before the bank again; across the road, coming out of a bookstore.

He pulled his coat collar up to his neck before walking away; I watched until he turned the corner.

I wish at that moment that I had said something to him, but what was I to say?

'Hi, I think you're

cute. Be my boyfriend; if not just

my friend.'

I shook my head, then got in my car and drove off in the opposite direction. Doubting that I will ever see him again. The city was big, after all.

I reached home just in time before it start raining, then start preparing for the day. Gathering the brochures I needed and also my outfit.

By ten I settled in bed and continued reading She's my Luna on Goodnovel. I didn't know when I fell asleep, but when I woke up, it was almost time for my alarm to go off. So I decided to get up and get ready.