He was surprised at how easily he was able to talk to her. He had kept himself locked up inside a shell for as long as he could remember. But today it seemed like that shell had broken and he was finally free.
He had no idea where the night went. There were traces of memory when his friends left, equally surprised at his behaviour. All he knew was he had no need for more alcohol that night. He was far too drunk on her energy. Her stories, her life, the carefree attitude she had and the way she made even the most mundane topic so lively.
He loved how her hands moved in gestures when she talked. There was passion inside her that made her eyes sparkle.
Yes, she was different. There was something very extraordinary about her that he couldn’t explain. And that made him even more curious about her. They talked late into the night. It seemed so easy to talk to this stranger. But after 5 hours of non stop talking it didn’t feel strange anymore.
Something connected and he was hell bent to make sure this connection didn’t break.
Next morning he smiled while looking at his phone.
“We have to hang out again. Lets meet for lunch.”, she had texted.
For the first time years, he looked forward to something other than work.