:Aside: It just occurred to me I forgot to forsake buying books during this year's Lenten season. Oh well, next year.:/Aside:

Sometimes life just comes together.

I was in college. My friend and I were walking on the footpath to the library, her doing most of the talking while I half listened/half boy watched. I was 21 a the time; that was what i did. And a good job too, since I noticed before she did a drop dead gorgeous blond surfer guy, short too, walking towards us in the opposite direction. Usually, as my eye sight at a distance was already starting to wane at that point, I let my gaze slide right off whoever I was looking at until I was close enough to actually make out detail, but not this time. He looked me right in the eye, and we smiled at each other from across the crosswalk. My friend was oblivious to this half-second interplay, and was equally oblivious to the fact that the light for the cross walk was changing to yellow.

I couldn't have done it better if I'd rehearsed it. Every motion was smooth. I simply came to a stop, and grabbed the back of my friend's t-shirt. I wish I could have seen her face, but the sudden widening of the surfer guy's smile and the years my friend and I had together painted a very good picture. She'd been in no danger; the car could have gotten that much speed in only a few feet, but only a few seconds later a car passed right through where my friend would have been walking. She berated me, asking why I didn't just say something instead of grabbing her like that, but I didn't really respond. The smile across the way had broken into soft chuckles.

We were smiling still at each other, still holding eye contact until he actually walked passed me. I turned around and walked backwards for a few steps, which finally clued my friend in that something else had been in the water. I probably could have, maybe should have, starting walking forwards, towards him, instead of backwards with her, but I didn't. I just savored the last few seconds I had of his retreating back, before turning around and continuing on with my friend.

Eh. He was probably headed for class anyways. And who'd skip class over some random guy you shared a silent moment with? Well, alright, I would have, but I'm known to be crazy sometimes.

I never did explain to my friend what had happened. I just kept quiet, and let her do most of the talking.