If it's meant to be

           Today would be like no other for Anne Bailey. She would shower, brush her teeth, and get dressed. It was her daily routine before making her way out the door to go endure a long day of work. She’d stop at the local coffee and get her favorite cup of coffee; maybe a pastry but like most women she was watching her figure. When she made it to her office building she would put on her best smile and greet everyone in their cubicles. Occasionally, she’d say hello to her boss but she’s been creeped out by him ever since she saw him one night in the parking garage threatening someone over the phone. Since then she would only smile and nod at him. That memory would always stick with her. By the time Anne has made it into her office she is ready to leave. Work was stressful and put a toll on her personal and love life. One day would change all of that though.

            Anne was in her office building elevator when it made a stop at the 13^th floor. The doors opened and a guy with a portfolio in his hand eased his way into the elevator. Anne was too involved with her phone to even notice. “Do you know what floor Ms. Bailey’s office is on?” the man asked nervously. “I am Anne Bailey and my office happens to be on the 26^th floor”, she replied. “I’ll assume you’re here for the interview for the administrative position”. “Yes, I am”, he said with a smile. There was an awkward silence for a moment but then the elevator came to a stop. They had reached the 26^th floor. The doors opened and the man signaled for Anne to leave first. “Thank you”, she said. She was flattered by this. Most of the men in the office would have just walked right out as if she didn’t even exist. Anne didn’t think a man could be capable of being polite. He followed her into her office and they began their interview. Anne could only focus on the man’s smile. His words went through one of her ears and out the other. At the end of the interview she said he had the job. Anne was intrigued by him. There was something about him she liked but couldn’t pin point it. For once, Anne had went home in a good mood. This was rare.

            For the next couple of days Anne would walk past his cubicle. She wouldn’t speak to him; just walk by. It wasn’t like her to be shy but she was. Just walking past his cubicle and getting a glance of his face was enough to get her through the day. She hoped to one day work up the courage to speak to him and say more than just a simple hello. She hoped that one day he would look at her like she looks at him. She hoped he would one day think about her as much as she thinks about him. She couldn’t help that her heart would beat faster when he walked past.

            On one particular morning the man unexpectedly walked into Anne’s office. Her heart began to race at speeds unimaginable. When he asked her a question all she did was stare into his eyes. She answered with the biggest smile. She was still too nervous to ask him anything about his personal life. She was disappointed in herself. She hoped that maybe he would make the first gesture although she had the perfect chance to spark up a conversation. On that afternoon Anne walked into the office kitchen. The man was sitting at the table eating his lunch. Excitement ran through her body. While preparing her lunch she thought that maybe she would sit next to him and make conversation. When she was done preparing her lunch she sat at the table he was eating at. She had finally worked up the courage to speak to him. As she spoke she realized he had earphones in. He got up from the table, threw the remaining of his lunch away, and left from the kitchen. All her hopes killed in that one instant.