“Did you hear?”

“What!” My Bestfriend—Jesseca—pleaded.

“Your crush is switching schools, _to yours_!” I exasperated.

“Oh my gosh! How did you find out?”

“You remember James friend?”

“The dude that Lillie’s friends with?”

“Yes!”

“Oh!” She squealed, and I joined in.

Another guy was right behind me and I accidentally bumped him.

“Sorry,” we said in unison. That clued an awkward laugh.

My cheeks flushed pink.

“I’m Jenna,” I held my hand out, flashing my teeth.

“Oliver, nice to meet you.” He returned a smiled towards me.

I felt Jesseca’s eyes on both of us.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but can I have your number?”

“Sure,” I smiled, then swapped phones with him.

My eyes widened, “Oh, sorry, this is my bestfriend Jesseca.”

He shook her hand politely, but his gaze stayed on me. _Stop making me blush Mr Oliver!_

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Silence pursed the air.

“Where are you from?” Jesseca asked, squinting at him.

“Oh, I live in Germany.”

My heart sank. I live in New York.

“I live in New York….”

This beauitful and kind stranger named Oliver, lives across the world!!!! Ahhhh! My future husband lives way too far. I giggled.

He titled his head in confusion.

“Oh sorry!”

“Awkward,” Jesseca’s whispered in a singsong voice. I shot her a look.

“What do you like to do for fun?” He asked. I suddenly realized he had a German accent! Oh my, he was perfect.

“Reading, hanging out with this one,” I pointed to Jesseca and she waved, “I like to travel as well. Anyway what about you?”

“I prefer being spontaneous over being inside, you know, traveling, visiting new places, hanging out with friends. Although, I do like myself a good cup of coffee while reading a book on my baloney.”

“You have a baloney?” I asked curiously.

He laughed lightheartedly, “Yes, I see all the best sunsets.”

“If you were my travel guide, you could persuade me to visit anywhere! If you say anything about sunsets, count me in.”

“That’s good to know. If you let me take you out sometime—_we’ll figure out the distance issue—_Then I’ll add sunset to the list.

“How long have you two been friends?” He asked.

“Oh, well, 15 years.”

“Wow, a long time.”

“She’s known me for so long that I see her as my sister. This one here knows every single thing about me. You can quiz her if you’d like.”

“I have good memory,” She smirked.

“Okay, what’s her favorite icecream flavor?”

“Chocolate chip.” She answered confidently.

“Correct.”

“Favorite movie or drama?”

“Gilmore girls.”

“Correct,” I said, Again.

“Worse relationship she’s been in?” He asked.

“None, she’s never been in one.”

“Nicely done,” I high-fived her.

“Wow, she really does know you.”

“Yea, I could do the same thing for her.”

“I bet!”

“Jenna you could do it in your sleep.”

“I probably could,” I smiled.

Instead of feeling left out, Oliver seemed delighted and indulged in the conversation.

“Do you have any siblings?” I asked Oliver.

“Yes, two, one girl and one boy.”

“Is it a loud house?”

“Not really actually, they prefer the silence for whatever reason. Although whenever we get together it can get very loud, especially on game night.”

“I’d _love_ to see that.” I chimed in.

“You would.” He smiled again—Like sir? Please stop! You could cook eggs with that smile.

After talking a while, our plane was called and we had to leave. We were bound by distance, but something about him intrigued me. I knew this wasn’t the last time I saw him… I don’t know how though.