A Chance Encounter with Carlos
It was a typical Saturday afternoon when fate decided to intervene. I had just finished helping my mother to the bus stop, and with the house quiet and the day stretching before me, I headed to the local supermarket for a few mundane errands. As I stood in the checkout line, clutching a box of laundry detergent, a familiar, deep voice broke through my thoughts. “Hello, how are you?”
I turned around, my heart skipping a beat. Standing there with a knowing smile was Carlos. We had met once before, a brief but electric encounter by the docks that had lingered in my mind for weeks. My voice was timid, almost a whisper, as I greeted him. He didn’t waste a moment, his hand resting firmly on my shoulder as he suggested we go grab a drink. The cashier looked on with curiosity, but I barely noticed; I was too captivated by the intensity in Carlos’s eyes.