Fireworks

It was a dream.

Her eyes grew wide, her mouth dropping slight. Her hands shook, feeling clammy.

"You okay there?" A beautiful deep voice rang in her ear, her mind laughing sweetly. She could just imagine her heart fluttering her eyes, waving her fingers seductively. Her fingers curled pleasantly, her world spinning.

"Yeah," she was breathless. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine, she'd be standing before him. He was so out of her league, her mood dropped slightly. "Thanks," his hands were firm as they helped her up.

He smiled, his dimples spreading on each side, "I'm sorry. Everything's been so hectic today." To emphasize, her ears rang with the shouts of the crowd.

"Yeah," she felt sad. Sliding her fingers away from his grasps, she rubbed her sides. "Don't worry about it," she smiled in what she hoped to be in an endearing way. "I've always been clumsy," a short laugh. Please don't go. She yearned for more time.

His laugh made her swoon, her ears flushing red. "What's your name?" His eyes curious, running over her wild hair and high cheekbones.

"I'm," the shouts were getting louder.

She felt the tears swell up in her eyes, the fireworks blocking her voice. She saw his friends tug him away, his eyes apologizing. "Hope." Her voice trailed off, watching his mouth move. Sorry.

A sad smile seemed to spread along her lips, "Me too."

The rain blurred her sight, the fireworks booming behind her.

"It was nice meeting you," her fingers clenched. Her eyes smiled, "Logan."