Meeting Someone Unexpected Quotes Novels & Stories

Julia sits down across from me, her voice sincere. "What is it?" I ask, genuinely curious. "Fuck them, get drunk." Julia holds up a single finger for each word. We break out into laughter. "I think that's a motivational quote I need posted in my office." I snort. "Agreed.," Julia says. She checks her watch. "I think you're officially off the clock, my friend. You'll survive this weekend, I promise." I stand up and press my hands together. "Pray for me?" I say, pressing my hands together.

"I didn’t think I’d run into you here. After the other day, I thought we were done with coincidences." She blinked, a little surprised. "You thought I wouldn’t be around?" she asked, genuinely curious. He shrugged with a casual grin. "I mean, I didn't think we'd end up crossing paths again. But here we are." Emily felt a strange wave of relief, and maybe a little excitement, but she couldn’t figure out why. After all, he was the last person she ever expected to see. Still, she smiled. "I guess life has a funny way of making us bump into people we least expect."

The entire female population at the wedding swoons, and Dante continues, “I wasn’t planning to be here today. I actually received a last-minute invitation, and let me just tell you that sometimes unexpected things turn out to be the best.” He looks right at me with his deadly smile and my heart does this weird fluttery thing. “She’s changed my entire day,” his smile grows. “Made me laugh. Challenged me. Reminded me that sometimes, a little chaos is exactly what you need.” Chaos? Okay, rude. Accurate. But rude. “To surprises,” he finishes, raising his glass. “And to the people who walk into your life when you’re least prepared… but exactly when you need them.”

Christian "Are you serious?", I blurt out. "Yes", he chuckles. I take a moment to believe that actually. I remember I had gone for the audition exact the next day when I got drunk. I never thought it would go so good. I had no expectation of that audition. Since yesterday, only some unexpected things are happening to me. Maybe that's why people say that unexpected happiness is the best feeling.

I groaned after I clicked on sent, won't that make me sound cheap. Mystery man: Believe me, I like you too. Wait, what if we meet up somewhere. Where do you live? I almost screamed, he wants to meet. What the! I began to think of the best thing to say to make him change my mind. Me: You really want to meet me, what if I am ugly, not your type or not what you are expect? Mystery man: That is just what if, I don't dwell on what if. What if and but are only hindering blocks that stops us from achieving things we hurt to achieve. I want to meet you.

Indeed, no one knows what will happen in the future, as far away as fifty years later, as soon as just the next second, like how I did not expect Victor to show up at my doorstep earlier, like how I did not expect to travel in a Bentley together with Justin, like how I did not expect to be saved from a pervert by a total stranger from the fruit juice shop down the street named Daniella. As long as we aren’t able to perform precognition, nothing in this world will be predictable, but… That’s what makes our everyday exciting, isn’t it?

Right outside, someone was scraping and banging at the doors. There were muffled voices as Ford’s hand closed over mine. He rose and helped me to my feet. “See? Miracles happen.” “And it’s not even Christmas…” And then, he said something that momentarily stunned me. “Faith is believing in things when common sense tells you not to.” It was a quote from my all-time favorite movie, Miracle on 34th street. It was at that moment that I wondered about this whole encounter. Were the two of us meeting each other…random strangers by complete coincidental factors, or was there an underlying fate at work here?

“I just… I don’t know if I can untangle all of this.” “You don’t have to,” he said softly. “You only have to survive. And then decide. On your terms.” By early evening, the office had emptied, leaving only the hum of fluorescent lights and the occasional rustle of papers. I leaned back in my chair, exhausted, when a sudden ping on my phone made me sit upright. A message from an unknown number: "Meet me at the café on 7th Street. We need to talk. Alone." My stomach dropped. The timing, the ambiguity—it could only mean one thing.

he said, sounding deeply offended, “I think it’s really unhealthy that you immediately assume I’ve done something.” “Lucas.” “I’m getting there.” I passed another customer their drink with my usual smile. “Careful. It’s hot.” “Thanks, Ellis.” “No problem.” Once they walked away, I lowered my voice. “Talk.” Silence. Then… “So…” He stretched the word until my patience started filing a missing persons report. “You know how sometimes life throws unexpected challenges at people?” “No.” “You know… situations completely beyond anyone’s control?” I set another cup onto the counter.

He is mid sentence when he says it. "Oh, actually. Before that I ran into someone. Someone I used to know." He says it the way you say something that occurred to you as an afterthought. Casual. Moving past it quickly. Too quickly. "Someone from work?" I say. "No. Just someone from before. Old acquaintance." He picks up his wine. "Nothing interesting. Anyway, the meeting." He keeps talking. I let him keep talking.