His Goddess
David's heart began to beat violently. A heavy lump squeezed his throat. The girl from the opposite side of the street looked straight at him smiling at him like the sun.
Damn, and he thought he had her and the whole infatuation completely behind him.
He smiled too, albeit somewhat awkwardly. How is it possible for him to meet her like this, completely as if she was waiting for him... The place was not some crazy busy place to bump into each other by accident. Besides, after all, she was standing here, not walking, quite like.... No, that's not possible. Because after all, she couldn't be waiting for him, could she?
David took a deep breath and led the bike through the gate. Berenice, the girl he had loved since elementary school, slowly approached him.
"Hi, David," she greeted him with an odd amount of shyness for her. She even lowered her eyes as if she was afraid that their gazes would meet. "Would you find a moment to talk to me?"