"Maya! Wait please!" Called a voice. Maya turned around, realising that the person she'd seen behind the bushes seem to know her, assuming it was the person behind the bushes. When she turned around she saw none other than Kyle Turner, the boy that had been her best friend throughout her childhood. Maya had lost touch with Kyle when they both graduated high school. It had been a whole 5 years since then.
"Kyle?" She asked, not believing it was really him. "It's me Maya." He confirmed. She looked him up and down. He looked smart but a little ruggered from hiding behind the bush all this time. He wore a dark blue, white and black checked long sheeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up part way so it looked like a three quarter sleeve and denim jeans with sneakers the same colour as the blue of his shirt. His dusty brown hair was wild yet tame as he had fringe that went diagonally across the left side of his face,just touching his eye. "Kyle!" Maya was excited to see her friend again. "This is amazing!" "I know. I never thought I'd see you again yet here you are." "What were you doing in the bushes?" "I fell." Maya laughed. Both friends agreed to catch up sometime soon, a planned encounter this time and exchanged details before going their seperate ways once again.
Unknown to Maya, Kyle took one last look it her before he walked on again. He looked at Maya, thinking how beautiful she was, how much he'd missed her and it was that moment that he realised he loved her. Really, he had all along. She looked elegant yet classy in her work clothes. She had on a pearl white blouse with buttons lining the middle. The blouse was tucked into a plain black, straight skirt. Beneath that her legs were covered by black stockings and she had on a pair of low heeled black shoes. Her dusty brown hair, the same colour as his own was up in a tight bun in the centre of the back of her head and her small dangly pearls looked radiant in the glow of the late afternoon sun.
That chance encounter had been 20 years ago and now Kyle and Maya told their children the story of the time they'd been reunited by chance. As they say, the rest is history.
