Certain times in your life, things happen that you won't forget. No matter how badly you try, that event has lodged itself into your mind. It's fangs have sunk themselves into you and won't let go. For some, it's their most embarassing moment. For others, their first love. And for others, it's their biggest regret.
Mine is Adam. I always remember Adam.
November, 2010
I muttered a curse as my frozen fingers struggled to get my key into my car lock. The wind, sensing my distress, whipped my hair in front of my eyes, blinding me. Frustrated, I tried to yank the strands of hair from my face, and succeeded in dropping every single book cradled in my arms.
"Fuck!"
The obsenity flew from my mouth before I could stop it. Grumbling, I finished unlocking my car, threw my keys into the drivers seat, and bent down to pick up the books and papers that the wind was threatening to blow out of my reach. As I reached for
Molecular Biology and It's Influences in the Modern World
, I saw a hand start picking up the fly-away papers.
I looked up, and he had a tiny little grin on his face, as if my situation was just the funniest thing he'd seen all day, but he didn't want me to know that. His brown eyes danced as they darted from page to page. I watched as he gathered them all into a neat stack, and then held them out for me to take.
"You know, they do have remote controlled locks, nowadays. Unlocked doors with the click of a button."
I rolled my eyes. I wasn't in the mood.
Begrudgingly, I thanked him for helping me out and took the papers from his hand. He just smiled at me.
"It's not a problem. Glad I could help."
I started placing the papers in my car, but he didn't leave. Instead, he waited for my hands to be free, then held out his,
"I'm Adam. I've seen you on campus before, but I haven't gotten a chance to introduce myself."
I took his hand and gave it a shake, "Emma." The wind whipped my hair up once again and I tucked a few of the dark brown strands behind my ear. His dark hair seemed wildly unaffected by the wind, each strand perfectly cropped and placed on his head. His face was angular, and pale, but it seemed to glow with a warmth and vitality that most students lacked nowadays. His eyes, I saw now, were more hazel than brown, with a light dusting of grey. He was wearing a dark pair of jeans with a white collared shirt and a grey v-neck sweater. At that point, I realized that his outfit put mine to shame. What was he, a professor?
I tilted my head and looked up at him, realizing that he made me feel extremely short. He must have been at least 6'2". Struggling to find words in the presence of what could only be described as a model, I managed to eek out,
"You've seen me around before? I don't remember you."
He shrugged and put his hands in his pockets. "I don't tend to draw much attention to myself. But I've noticed that you're in a few of my classes."
I raised a brow, "Oh? Are you a science major?"
Adam gave a little laugh and shook his head, "I just take what interests me. Right now, I suppose it's science. I like to know how things work."
For the first time, I felt a smile creep across my lips, "Me too."
Adam's grin never faltered, "We should study together some time. Give me your number."
I shivered as a blast of wind went straight through the light jacket I was wearing. Adam was already pulling out his cell phone. He punched a few buttons, then looked at me expectantly. Confident guy.
I pulled the jacket tighter and recited my number for him. He plugged it in, then put away his phone.
"Thanks Emma. I'll be in touch--I'll call or text or something."
I nodded at him.
"So...guess I'll see you around?" When I nodded again, he continued, "You should wear a heavier jacket."
I gazed after him, my mouth open as he walked off, unchilled, in his sweater.
Later
