Five o’clock. Every week, on Sunday. I wait for the mail to arrive.

I finish my classes and arrive back home and think about the mail, even if it’s not on Sunday. I could be cooking, cleaning, even doing my assignments, but ill still be thinking about my mail.

I mean I write letters to myself, subscribe to random newsletters, and receive letters about upcoming sales at a local shop. I love my mail.

I mean, yeah alright i get it, it’s considered sad or perhaps mundane to sit every Sunday or every other day of the week waiting for my mail. But I don’t care. And I’ll never care, because I love receiving my mail.

It’s now 4:59, a minute till five, a minute till the mailman arrives and delivers the mail at the same time he does every other day. I peak my hand through the curtain that shields me from the light coming through the window I peak through

Peaking and taking a look through, I see he’s right there, standing about to knock on my door.

Startled, I jump, not expecting him to be even a minute early. As I jump, I push my hand down the doorknob, opening the door, stumbling into him

God that was embarrassing.

He caught me. “Are you okay, soph?” He asks me, using a nickname which makes my cheeks instantly turn pink.

I struggled to maintain eye contact. Did I mention his lovely green eyes? I mean I swear, you look at them for even just a minute, you’re trapped in this trance.

“Hey, Will.” Dragging out the “Y” in hey. I silently curse my self. “Sorry..” I apologize for falling on him.

“So, nice weather huh?” He attempts to strike up a conversation. This is was so painfully awkward. I look up at him, noticing his height. Will was tall, but to be fair, most kids at school are tall too.

Yeah, he’s at my school. I see him sometimes but I’ve never had the courage to go up and talk to him.

“I don’t know, I’ve been inside all day.” I say, regretting it immediately.

“Oh. Well it’s nice, you should go on a walk before it rains. Well I think it’s gonna rain, that was the weather forecast for today.” He replies, with a soft smile.

“Yeah, maybe.” I smile back.

“Nice talking to you, Sophia ” he says , handing me my mail.

“Yeah, you too.” My fingers brush against his as I take the mail.

“Bye.”

He begins to walk away as a close my door. Just like every time. We greet, i get my mail, he leaves, and then I regret not saying anything.

God, how pathetic. All this effort to receive mail just to talk to him and i end up ruining my chance. Every time.

But this time, I don’t just walk inside my house and wallow in self pity.

A feeling of confidence has dawned upon me and I foolishly call out his name.

He turns around, looking awfully confused as I stand there speechless.

”Yeah?” He says.

“Maybe we could take a walk?” I begin.

“Y’know.. before the.. um.. rain..?” I stutter, cringing at my actions.

I clench my fists as I wait for an answer.

“Uhm..” he says.

“Oh god, I shouldn’t have asked. You probably have work. Um, bye will. Good luck with work.” I reply to his reaction as fast as I could.

“Wait, Sophia!” He calls out, just before I close my door.

I look at him, and I’m so embarrassed.

“Yeah….?”

He smiles before saying “Let’s go on a walk.”

I smile as I step out and boldly reach my hand out for him to hold, which he does.

We smile at each other before going on the walk, in this wonderful weather, stepping down the last of the porch steps, and suddenly it rains.