I break eye contact and look away, now feeling a little nervous.
I pretend to be listening attentively to Elaine, but I can feel my cheeks burning from blushing. It's like a bunch of butterflies are having a feast in my stomach.
I can't believe we met again!
See! I told you we are meant to be!
Elaine is going on and on about his trash of a boyfriend and I just keep nodding and nodding, my legs fidgeting under the table. I wish she knew just how lost I am in my own thoughts and how I can't wait to look up and have his eyes meet with mine again. I want to feel the sparks and fireworks and butterflies again.
I look up again and he's gone.
My boss is standing alone, a glass of whiskey in his hand as he looks around the restaurant.
Where the hell is my prince charming?
He has vanished a
