“Alex, concentrate.”
The voice of my friend brings me back to the present as I’m driving home, and I’ve been deep in my thoughts.
Thinking about the girl.
What else can I call her? She was so small and delicate looking, like a little fairy or pixie. Since we locked eyes yesterday, she is all I can think about, her scent was like a beacon calling me home. She smelled just like the little flowers mother used to have in the garden when we were children, what were they called? Who is she? Where did she come from?
I thought I recognised her, but I cannot recall where from and she didn’t seem to be with anyone- but then it seemed like there was only me and her in the food court for the few moments that our eyes locked. She was no more than 5ft tall, with honey blond hair,
