Adaline
I met Ace in college.
We bumped into each other on the way to our first class.
Books dropped. Bags dropped. Bottles dropped. He bent to pick them up and our eyes locked. My heart dropped.
He had the most sparkling and softest brown eyes. I couldn't stop staring at him. He probably thought I was some creep.
After picking the books and bags and bottles up, he stretched his hand to me and smiled. He had the softest hand and the softest smile. He looked like one of those rich kids from rich families who had the softest life.
“My name is Ace.”
“Adaline.” I smiled. “My name is Adaline.”
After the brief introduction, we walked in different directions.
I never saw him again after that day. It felt like he was intentionally avoiding me. Maybe he felt the strange spark I felt wh
