She’s going to pull a runner. I guess I should’ve expected something like this. Though the girl I knew wasn’t one for running from anything, her behavior over the last five years had been quite different from the norm. I felt guilty that I was the cause of her giving up her vacation; in fact, I wasn’t quite sure how to feel about her leaving after seeing me. But I also don’t know what I’d expected.
Yeah, I do; I expected her to run into my arms like some cheesy romcom movie, something I instinctively knew was not going to happen because, along with her sweetness, she had a stubborn streak a mile long that would not allow her to just give in to me at first sight.
I’d built up the moment of our first meeting in my head for so long that I think I’d overlooked a few things, like the fact that real life hardly ever, if ever, follows the plans and ideas in my head. Still, the decision to follow her here was a compulsion I couldn’t resist.