20 The beginning of a love story (1/2)
Judith got to the library some minutes to 9 AM that Monday morning. This time very sure she was smoking hot and sexy. After collecting the same novel, she walked confidently back to the same desk with more eyes on her.
Tony wasn't yet in the library, so she began reading the book while patiently waiting for him. She had dreamt of this day for the past three nights and thought of nothing else but to her great disappointment, he never showed up.
Angry and feeling foolish, she left for her hostel to meet her roommate cooking. Immediately Maryjane saw the anguish written all over her face, she knew everything wasn't right.
”What did he do to you?” Maryjane asked.
”Nothing”
”What did he say?”
”Nothing”
”Then why are you like a recent widow?”
”He didn't show up!” she replied already boiling with fresh anger.
”Oh, I didn't see that coming. That must hurt” sympathy evident on her face.
”I feel really stupid and angry”
”Why? You basically did nothing…” Maryjane asked with raised eyebrows.
”You are still asking me why? Doesn't it look embarrassing to you?”
”My dear, people have done more than looking pretty, sitting quietly in a library waiting on someone for the sake of love”
”Janey you are just unbelievable. How do you even know this is love?”
”That Friday you came back, I saw a sparkle in your eyes and genuine happiness within that I haven't seen, since we become roomies”
”Hmmm, Janey my roomie and love doctor…”
”My dear am telling you. It must be love or something very close to it”
Judith woke up the next morning feeling optimistic. Maryjane had succeeded in convincing her, saying something very important must have prevented him from keeping to their appointment. She is going to give him another opportunity today. She got out of bed; her roommate selected another gown, made her hair before she left for the library.
In the library, she collected the same novel, slowly walking to her spot, praying in her heart she finds him there but she didn't. She sat down trying hard to focus on the book in front of her but her gaze kept shifting to the promise carved on the desk.
”Why will he write such a thing there if he knew he wasn't going to show up? He has no excuse if he doesn't show up today. What could be more important than keeping an appointment to a lady you claim drives you crazy?” she was still pondering when suddenly she heard male approaching footsteps.
”That must be him. No one comes down to this part of the library” she concluded. Quickly she took a peep at the approaching individual and to her disappointment; it was just another library user, an elderly one for that matter. She left the library four hours later, promising herself never to return.