My brows furrow as I think of a plan.
Archer doesn't know me.
Will he recognize me?

As if it's fate, we brush past each other on the street.
A jolt of electricity crackles between us.
Confused,
he turns back.

His brown hair glistens under the sunlight,
and his blue eyes address me with humor.
My heart in my mouth,
I wait for him to say something.
Nothing.

With a small nod,
he walks away.