Finally Get You Alone

      As we walk through the mall people begin to recognize who he is and they wave and call out to him. Mekhi just waves and takes it all in stride in the best way possible. He's friendly, never rude and always patient. Through all of this we keep trying to steal glances of one another but, we keep catching each other and laugh about it. The feel of my hand in his is unrealistic, like it's meant to be there as if his hand was sculpted just to be able to fit mine. All of this feels as if it's part of a dream; handsome guy, good manners, popular-all characteristics of a leading man in a romance novel. If that's the case, what in the world am I doing here, I think to myself. We finally make our way through the mall, the department store, and to the parking lot.

"I'll walk you to your car," Mekhi says as we step into the parking lot.

"Okay, I'm parked over there," I say pointing in the direction of my car and he tightens his grip