Looking Forward To Meeting You Novels & Stories

But they didn't, because my Uncle made certain that they had nothing to sniff. Their pockets were so full that taking a trip here would expose each one of them. After showing Christine out, I closed the door and took a seat in my chair. Then the door opened again and my assistant walked in. "Sir, they waiting for you." Ah yes, the meeting. What was I doing? I got up and gathered my thoughts. This was the first meeting face to face and most of the faces would be new. I was hoping that the meeting would be brief, because It was a formal meet and greet. But maybe there might be burning questions that the employees might have. That meant I had to be prepared, mentally.

Where should we meet? ​Perfect timing.

“Oh?” He nods gently. “I thought it would be better if you met him in person. If you’re willing, let’s meet here tomorrow at 10 a.m. His gaze lingers on mine, patient and soft, with no smirk or edge, only a quiet hope that I’ll come. I swallowed hard, my thoughts spinning as I glance down at my bag, then back at him. He says nothing more, letting the space linger between us. I can sense the quiet invitation, not as a command but as an opportunity.

“Meet me later. 8 pm. Don't be late.” My face lit up. “Thank you.”

Even though we’ve never met, I need you to know that you would indeed make a good friend. These past few days, I just haven’t been able to get you out of my head, and I was even wondering if I was perhaps going crazy. Just like you, I have been waiting on your emails with a big smile on my face, and they have cheered up my day. Even though I’ll be leaving today, I do not want this to end and would love to get to know you better.

For the first time that entire day. I actually found myself looking forward to someone's arrival.

Ava The next day, I find myself in a quaint café, seated at a corner table while awaiting his arrival. My mind is racing as I prepare for what lies ahead. I am uncertain if I am ready for this encounter, yet the thought of not speaking with him feels like an opportunity lost—a chance to understand our current positions.

Dean's eyes sparkled with a mixture of anticipation and affection as he eagerly proposed introducing me to Amber that very day, setting the stage for a momentous encounter that would shape our relationships moving forward. As we arranged to meet Amber at a quaint cafe nestled in the heart of the bustling city, a whirlwind of emotions swept through me. Excitement and nervous anticipation mingled as I pondered the shared experiences and familial ties that had brought us to this pivotal moment. The air crackled with anticipation as I awaited Amber's arrival, each passing moment tinged with a sense of expectation and wonder.

She can’t believe that she is finally Jackson's friend, and for him to ask her out is mind-blowing for her. "Common Helen, keep your mind blowing at one spot." "It's just for a drink, not a date," she musters to herself. Waiting for Jackson to arrive, she pepped through the window as the time they were to meet had passed. Worry crept over her face as she could not grasp Jackson or any sign of his coming. She checked the time, and it read 8:00 p.m. She hissed, "I hope it’s not disappointment that's pointing at me." She sobered.