Chapter 2: An Unexpected Encounter
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Bill's foot remained pressed against the brake pedal.
The engine hummed softly, but everything else seemed strangely quiet.
The oranges lay scattered across the road like tiny golden marbles, while Maya stood frozen a few feet away, her heart pounding against her ribs.
She blinked.
Her gaze moved from the oranges to the silver sedan.
"Oh no..." she whispered.
Without thinking, she hurried into the road and knelt to gather the fruit before traffic could reach it.
Bill quickly switched off the engine and stepped out of the car.
"I'm sorry. I should've slowed down."
Maya looked up in surprise.
Most drivers would have blamed her.
Instead, this stranger was apologizing.
"No," she replied, shaking her head. "I wasn't looking where I was going. This was my fault."
A faint smile tugged at the corner of Bill's lips.
"So we're both apologizing?"
She laughed softly. "I guess we are."
For the first time that morning, Bill felt the weight on his shoulders lighten.
He crouched beside her and picked up one of the oranges.
"You don't have to help," she murmured.
"I almost ran over your breakfast."
Maya smiled again. "It's actually for the bakery."
"The bakery?"
"I work there before my afternoon classes."
Bill handed her another orange.
"You study too?"
"Community College."
He glanced at her, curious. "What are you studying?"
"Nursing."
There was pride in her voice when she said it.
"I've wanted to become a nurse since I was little."
Bill nodded. "That's... impressive."
"What about you?"
He hesitated.
The truth was complicated.
"My father wants me to take over the family business."
"And you?"
"I didn't say that's what I wanted."
Maya noticed the sadness behind his calm expression, but she chose not to ask.
Everyone carried stories they were not ready to tell.
Soon, every orange had been returned to the paper bag.
Bill stood first and offered her a hand.
Maya looked at it for a moment before placing hers in his.
The instant their hands met, a strange silence settled between them.
Neither of them could explain it.
He gently helped her to her feet.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
A loud voice interrupted them.
Gladys Brew came running down the sidewalk, slightly out of breath.
"Maya!"
She slowed to a stop and added, "There you are! Mr. Collins is about to lose his mind. He thinks you've disappeared."
Maya laughed. "I'll explain."
Gladys glanced at Bill.
Then at the expensive car parked in the middle of the road.
Then back at Maya.
One eyebrow slowly rose.
"Am I interrupting something?"
Maya's cheeks turned pink.
"No!"
Bill couldn't help smiling.
"We almost had an accident."
"Oh."
Gladys folded her arms dramatically. "So... you met by trying to flatten my best friend?"
He chuckled. "I was hoping she'd introduce me before accusing me."
Gladys grinned. "I like him already."
Maya nudged her friend's arm. "Gladys."
"What? I'm just saying."
Bill checked the time on his watch.
He was already late.
"I should go."
Maya nodded. "You probably have somewhere important to be."
"I do."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card.
"If any of your groceries were damaged..."
She immediately shook her head. "They're fine."
"Take it anyway."
Maya accepted the card.
Their fingers brushed again.
Neither of them noticed the strange feeling returning.
"My name's Bill."
"Maya."
He repeated her name quietly, as if committing it to memory.
"Maya."
She smiled. "Have a good day, Bill."
"You too."
Bill climbed back into his car.
As he drove away, he glanced once in the rearview mirror.
Maya was still standing there.
She watched the car disappear around the corner.
"Well... that was interesting," Gladys said, unable to hide her grin.
"It was nothing."
"Maya."
"It wasn't."
Gladys crossed her arms.
"You don't stare at 'nothing' while it drives away."
Maya looked down at the business card in her hand.
The card read: Bill Thompson.
The name meant nothing to her.
Not yet.
She slipped the card into her bag.
Some meetings lasted only a few minutes.
Yet somehow...
They had the power to change an entire lifetime.
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