I knew it was you. Your eyes are always the same. The color changes, as does the shape. You...do not.
How many times must we play these games? The potential of destiny fulfilled moves me. It is all I can do to keep my resolve. I found you at the library. I almost didn't go. I set out for the market, but turned the corner instead. I drifted off along the broken sidewalks and found myself at the mouth of the glass behemoth. I wandered in, floating through the aisles until I felt your pull. Non-fiction. World Studies. Where else would you have been?
"Is that a book on Jordan?"
"Oh, yeah. I had this wild dream last night. I just knew that's where I was...fell asleep watching the History Channel. Probably has something to do with it."
"Possibly. The mind is curious. It is a very beautiful country."
"Have you been?"
"Once. I spent much time in Petra. Some call it the Rose City."
Must I be so coy?
"Rose City..." Your eyes lingered on mine. "I'm Thomas."
"So Kida...you come to the library just to educate strangers on faraway lands?"
There you are. You never stay buried for long.
I smirked. "Every once in a while."
"Well, this is all I came for...you don't have any books to check out?"
"Nothing piqued my interest."
"Why come then?"
"Seemed like the thing to do."
"I see...I've got some time today. If you want to educate me somewhere else...like the coffeeshop a block over."
"I think I can find the time."
Our dance begins again.