I continue my mental rant about how I’m not stalking her, I’m sure that I have about, a million different expressions on my face each second. I tend to do this when I rant, change expressions, I mean. I’m so into my rant, I don’t even notice a figure standing to my side, not until she taps my shoulder.

I turn around to see who it is that dare interrupt my rant. It’s not long before I quickly find myself doing that face, the one that looks like a fish. ‘Ashley Davies. Ashley friggin Davies is standing in front of me.’

My face stays the same and she just chuckles at my expression.

‘Ashley Davies. Ashley friggin Davies is laughing because of me.’ Or is she laughing at me? I turn away and furrow my eyebrows, discussing the question in my head. I start to debate with myself again, and I wonder at the possibilities. I hear her chuckle even louder and my face snaps to her direction.

“Well, that was interesting.” Her raspy, yet heavenly, voice calls out.

“I…uh…blah” is all I manage to get out in my drooling stature. I feel like a little kid who’s meeting their idol for the first time. In some ways, I am.

She laughs even more and the air is filled with her heavenly voice. ‘Music to my ears’

“I’m Ashley Davies.” She says out again, extending her arm down at my form, the one that’s still kneeling in front of the window, peering in.

I take my eyes off of her face and towards her hand, studying it. My face scrunches and I look towards her hand as though it’s something not from this world.

I can feel her watching my strange interaction as I try to approach her hand. She chuckles again and I feel like a wild animal meeting a human for the first time.

I tentatively take her hand and leave mine in hers, as though I don’t know what to do with it.

She tries to stifle her laughter, but it fails horrible. When I hear it, my head snaps to her direction. She has a wide grin on, and the smile makes her nose crinkle.

‘I’ll tell you right now, if I wasn’t in love with her before, I certainly am now.’