Epilogue: One year later, That Day
February 7th 2008 00:31
I went to the studio to see if he still worked there. It has been a year since we met, and I was certain I was just one of the many faces he saw that day. I remembered him distinctly wearing a white shirt and slacks - his uniform, actually. And then I found myself back at his workplace, one year later, just wondering if he still worked there.
Well, I was also there because I wanted to buy a souvenir. Really. I had forgotten to do so last year, so.. there I was. In line. Buying a souvenir. Scoping out the place for his auburn hair. I wondered if he still wore it long.
And then I saw him. I was not surprised I was able to point him out amidst the crowd of tourists he was leading, even if there were other tour guides in the same area. My heart jumped as I saw his crooked smile. I wanted to kick myself for still harboring this crush on him. One year ago, just one day. Come on!, I silently screamed at myself.
But because I was a sucker for emotional distress, I walked over to him when he had waved goodbye to his group.
"Hey there," I said casually. It had come out better than I had rehearsed.
His head turned towards me and he smiled back. "Hi! Can I help you?"
"Uh," I stammered. "I was um, wondering when the next tour schedule is." How could I have thought he'd friggin' remember me?
"The next one starts in half an hour," he smiled, locking his tram in place. "Do you have plans of joining one later?"
At that point, I had decided I wouldn't spend forty bucks on two hours of even more emotional distress and so I just replied, "Maybe... I'm not sure yet. I was on the tour last year so maybe not much has changed, right?"
He took a step towards me. "Well," he started. "It's more or less the same, but there's a shoot going on for the new Ethan Hawke movie that I might be able to sneak my tour group into."
I froze.
His eyes locked with mine.
"Before Sunrise was your favorite film," he said quietly.
"You remember," I whispered.
He smiled warmly.
I guess I wasn't just one of those faces, one year ago, that day.
Have you ever had one of these moments? When you wanted to just go look somebody up from your past and see how they were doing? What happened? Tell us about it. Tell us your story.
Well, I was also there because I wanted to buy a souvenir. Really. I had forgotten to do so last year, so.. there I was. In line. Buying a souvenir. Scoping out the place for his auburn hair. I wondered if he still wore it long.
And then I saw him. I was not surprised I was able to point him out amidst the crowd of tourists he was leading, even if there were other tour guides in the same area. My heart jumped as I saw his crooked smile. I wanted to kick myself for still harboring this crush on him. One year ago, just one day. Come on!, I silently screamed at myself.
But because I was a sucker for emotional distress, I walked over to him when he had waved goodbye to his group.
"Hey there," I said casually. It had come out better than I had rehearsed.
His head turned towards me and he smiled back. "Hi! Can I help you?"
"Uh," I stammered. "I was um, wondering when the next tour schedule is." How could I have thought he'd friggin' remember me?
"The next one starts in half an hour," he smiled, locking his tram in place. "Do you have plans of joining one later?"
At that point, I had decided I wouldn't spend forty bucks on two hours of even more emotional distress and so I just replied, "Maybe... I'm not sure yet. I was on the tour last year so maybe not much has changed, right?"
He took a step towards me. "Well," he started. "It's more or less the same, but there's a shoot going on for the new Ethan Hawke movie that I might be able to sneak my tour group into."
I froze.
His eyes locked with mine.
"Before Sunrise was your favorite film," he said quietly.
"You remember," I whispered.
He smiled warmly.
I guess I wasn't just one of those faces, one year ago, that day.
*****
Have you ever had one of these moments? When you wanted to just go look somebody up from your past and see how they were doing? What happened? Tell us about it. Tell us your story.
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Mal
Don't get me wrong. I liked the rest of her, and I always ate lolly teeth, all gum or not. They tasted the same. They just weren't as much fun to play with. And I've always had a thing about women who wear overalls and work as panel beaters.
A year later we caught up again. The bumper bar fell off my Daihatsu hatchback. She'd been to the dentist. And an orthodontist. And a plastic gum surgeon. I don't reckon she'd been to a hairdresser though. She had much longer hair.
She'd married the dentist. And bought the panel beaters shop. She was working in the office now, running the show. And she'd had a baby. I pulled a face at it, and it smiled. It looked a lot like how I remember she used to look.
While they were fixing the car, I went down to the pub and met a girl with braces and bands. I wasn't going to make the same mistake again. I told her she had an intelligent forehead.
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