5 Seconds were left on the walk sign, the amount of time for people to daringly run across the street risking becoming splat, just to get to the other side. But there wasnt enough time for me, not even close. Id need her number, have to hear her voice and maybe even get her name. 4 Seconds were left, it was obvious neither me nor her were going to risk it, hell I couldnt even risk saying Hi. The last couple people dashed across the street just barely missing some cars trying to turn before the light changed. Who wouldve thought, 2000 years on this planet would result in humans being controlled by blinking lights. 3 Seconds left and at this point only maniacs or people halfway across could make it, at least this proved she wasnt a maniac.
She had nice stylish glasses to show shes with it, nice clean red hair to show she can keep herself clean and hygienic, she wasnt wearing make up to show that shes comfortable with being totally natural. Shes not skinny which shows she knows how to eat a good meal and not fat showing she knows how to not eat too many good meals. Shes not short, not tall, bee stung lips and just a degree away from perfect if Im being completely honest. 2 Seconds left on the light blocking the way we both need to go and Ive still got about a minute and a half to find out who she is before the next light changes.
She holds her hands behind her back and sways her body back and forth, humming a tune. Something familiar but I cant quite put my tongue on it. How perfect, the perfect opening line to at least see what kind of music this perfect girl likes and isnt afraid to hum in public. The next light changes and the little man that means walk pops up across the street in the direction we have no desire to reach. Everyone but us leaps forward to walk across and once again its just me and her, standing, waiting me and her. Me with my worn out shoes cause theyre my only pair, my big winter jacket because its freezing and messy hair because I dont know how to use a brush. Maybe its just my wishful thinking but I can swear she keeps looking at me, in a very subtle way, her green eyes connecting with my blue eyes, split seconds at a time I think.
Everything about this was so stupid but I never expected something as stupid as what I was about to say to ever come out of my mouth. You dropped a penny I said in her direction. She stopped humming, no more swaying and tilted her head down. There were obviously no pennies, no rocks, nothing but pavement. I dont think I was carrying any pennies she replies. Holy shit do I feel stupid, why did I even begin to think that would work at all? Oh well at least I know I know her voice sounds like well played violins and she doesnt carry pennies around, so she cant be a bum. What stupid logic, I cant believe I actually believe what Im thinking. I also cant believe its been about 10 seconds since she last said something to me. Soon the light will change again and shell be gone and Ill just be the guy who used pennies to pick her up. Thanks anyways she says sweetly with a smile on her face as she gives me a soft polite punch on the shoulder. My pants felt lighter, my feet felt higher, my head felt higher and my heart was at the speed of a hummingbird. She was polite, cute and didnt even care that I was such an idiot. I was blushing but luckily it was so cold outside shed never notice.
During all this idiocy and over analyzing everything I completely missed the light change and by the time I did notice she was already hallway across the street. Before I could call out or even think about what to say if I did call out, a sudden shriek of tires filled the air and before my eyes or ears could make sense of what was happening the beautiful red head was on the ground. There was no movement except the slow creep of blood from her head. Traffic lights no longer mattered, everyone was stopped, everyone was shocked. Several people pulled out their cell phones to call an ambulance including the driver of the skidding car. By the looks of it, they were a little too late, the pool of blood was getting bigger and thicker, no one wanted to get close, the site would make them vomit. Kind of funny considering only 3 minutes ago being up close and personal with this beauty would induce the complete opposite reaction. After about 2 minutes the Ambulance showed up with 3 paramedics, they quickly cleared the small crowd including me around the body. The checked her wound, tried to find a pulse but slowly turned to us and said Shes gone in a very soft and somber tone. As quickly as the shrieking tires weeps and whines could be heard from all sides, no one could believe that someone so young just died before their eyes.
What was her name I said quietly. The paramedic then reached over to her bag she was carrying I hadnt even noticed before, which was surprising because I had noticed every other small detail about her. The meds gloved hand pulled out a wallet and opened it up saying Dave Wilkinson? Quickly he reached in and pulled out 3 more wallets and read out names John Rolston Mike Anderson Bill Ash and then the one that made my heart stop Ryan Sherbank I frantically grabbed my sides to feel if my wallet was there and sure enough it wasnt. She robbed me. She was beautiful, cute, polite and innocent all in looks but she was just a thief. She stole my heart the second I laid eyes on her and my wallet a short time later. I was shocked, heart broken and disappointed but my only question as I walked to the other side of the street was Did she steal it before or after I told her she dropped a penny?