Usually when I walk into a place, it tends to just roll straight off my back, except if it's a musical museum�and I blush when I think about it, even a Super Wal-Mart�
But the smells took my breath away.
The pungent smell of fresh bread and pastries from the bakery, the thick scent of prosciutto and pepperoni from the meat counter, the essence of freshly sampled cheese from the cheese counter; a fusion of all things Italian in one small 20 foot space.
Heaven�I'm in heaven�
Fran was letting us wander around the store to see if there was anything we liked. I had already ordered about 2 pounds of the Danish bleu cheese, some parmeggano reggiano, a pound of fresh pepperoni and prosciutto, 1 pound of strawberry baked ham, a steaming hot loaf of mushroom bread (which smells amazing), and I was just about to reach for a pepperoni roll when I bumped hands with a young girl�
With the same dark chocolate eyes as in my dream.
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Flashback
"Sarah..." Eric looked at me curiously with his dark brown eyes, "I want you to do me a favor."
"Yeah?" I asked curiously, flipping my hair over my shoulder. My hair didn't look it's best�it was slightly curly from the shower I had this morning and had a huge bump in the middle because it had been in a ponytail. I hope he wasn't firing me�I really did�
"Grab a couple pepperoni rolls from the bin and take them upstairs to the conference room�the guests wanted some pepperoni rolls."
"Alright Eric�" I sighed. I hated when they asked me to do things for them when I was punched out. But oh well�the guests had to be pampered with free food, so the expense was taken out on the workers.
Like I said before�guests suck.
End Flashback
"Oh sorry�" I lightly brushed off the burly hand that was grabbing for the same pepperoni roll that I was grabbing for and glanced at him briefly. I saw a brilliant white smile, slightly mohawked hair�
and a pair of brown eyes that just hypnotized me.
It was almost as if I was floating on my own feet�I didn't even look at the rest of his face. He seemed shocked when he asked me,
"Are you the girl coming up to meet us?"
I didn't answer, for I was walking away from the situation. Those eyes blinded me; they were the only thing on my mind�
They were the same eyes that were in my dream: my soul mate's eyes.
"Yes," I suddenly turned around, not realizing I had walked almost to the register and when I looked back at the bread carts�
He was gone.
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That girl...I don't know why she seemed so familiar to me. Wouldn't I seem familiar to her?
Her eyes were wide, her mouth set perfectly in this quirky unaware smile... But this didn't seem like the girl of my dreams.
I couldn't see any aura around her (I don't even know why I am looking for one in broad daylight...you can only see auras in the subconscious); she wasn't anything particularly special in outstanding beauty...
There was just something that drew me to her.
I had walked towards the bakery to take a look at their tiramisu, slightly drooling as I dreamt it would be in my mouth...I felt myself getting knocked over...
"Ow..." I winced painfully as a couple people around me looked concerned as I rubbed my shoulder from where it hit the ground...
and saw that it was the same girl that had been grabbing the pepperoni rolls that had ran into me.
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What�an�idiot.
"Sorry, I'm so sorry," I nodded gently, noticing my hair was skewed and I helped the young man to his feet and looked into his face�
Isaac Hanson? HE was our guest?
Before I could even say another word, I felt myself stepping forward and completely spilling over as my foot slid on one of the discarded pepperoni rolls that had fallen on the ground. My head banged harshly on the hard ground as I moaned softly, not even believing what I saw above me�
Isaac Hanson actually helped me up.
"Are you alright?" he asked me softly, lending me a hand and helping me off the ground. I don't think it was that easy either�I'm not one of those skinny girls that would look perfect draped on his arm.
"Yeah I'm fine," I rubbed my head, ignoring the pain, "Please don't tell my managers this happened�" I should be the last person asking him favors.
"I just hope you're okay, my shoulder's fine," he looked at me. He had a very stern face, one that could almost see through walls and souls, but his eyes were gentle, ones of experience and intellect and passion. I then looked at his hands�
Yep, definitely guitarist hands.
"Oh�well I'm glad�" I looked down at the pepperoni rolls and noticed the one that I had slid on was completely obliterated. I smiled lightly as my head tipped back up to meet his attention�
Please don't act like a dork�please don't act like a dork�
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My eyes were fixed on her. Something about the way she stood and looked at you made you pay attention to her, like she always had something important to say. Her eyes...wow...her eyes were something of their own. They held pain and love and sympathy and compassion and friendship...she has what I like to call "Men Killers". Zac dubbed them "Men Killers" after what his ex had done to him...
Made him spill anything she wanted to know.
Her hair was messily strewn over her shoulder, a mix of amber brown and auburn, slightly curly, and she was a good 5 inches shorter than myself. But I felt equal to her strength that she just held in her stance...
How couldn't I have seen it? Oh wait...I just met her!
"I'm Isaac," I felt like it was a little rude that we were standing there and I decided to move around the store to look a little less conspicuous to the fellow customers standing in the vicinity of the slip.
"Hanson...so I've seen," she softly replied to me. I quickly realized that the girl had a slightly deeper feminine voice, one that I wasn't used to. The girls I usually date have these soft, high feminine voices that sounds like cheerleaders who had chained smoked for years. But when I heard her say my name, for some reason I immediately created a bias against her...
"A Fanson, huh?" I raised my eyebrows and looked at her softly, trying not to ice my glaze towards her. I don't know why I act like this...
I mean it's not like Fansons are bad people...
"Well...define Fanson," she looked at me with a stern disposition in her face.
Somebody crazy about us...writes fan fiction...dreams of being with us...
"A really huge fan that writes fan fiction let's say," I replied gently to her.
"Well...I have written fan fiction, but I wouldn't call myself a really huge fan...cause I definitely know what the meaning of fan is..." I heard her respond and I knew what she would say would blow me away, "I think what you mean is some fan loving you for your looks and because you have gorgeous sounding songs, fans that are only in it for the here and now..." she paused a brief moment and looked directly in my eyes, "Whereas there are fans like myself that do not claim to have enjoyed listening to your music since '97 and have not realized what kind of impact your lyrics have had on them, even if they weren't aware of it," she smiled, "They mean it authentically."
"And you would be one of them..." I paused, letting a small smile crawl onto my face and I realized I didn't even learn her name and she was already creating an impact on me.
"Yeah...yeah I am," she smiled, straightening out so she wasn't slouching as we were slowly creeping around the store for the 2nd time, "I...I wrote you a letter in '97 and '98 when I was 12-13 years old...and I went on hanson.net and sent you a letter too, that one being more recent..."
"Alright," my attention diverted as I saw Zac beckoning me back into the conference room, "Well I have to go...but hopefully I'll see you again..." I paused, hoping she would give me her name.
"Yeah, I got to get more pepperoni rolls and bring them up for you guys," she blushed softly, creating a soft glow around her face, one that I would not forget... "It was very nice to meet you Isaac. I'm Sarah."
"Sarah..." I slightly let loose from my lips as she walked away and I smiled this goofy grin, one that you know people are staring at you when you make it.
Damn you Zac.
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My eyes felt like they were fooling themselves�what that really whom I thought it was? I lightly sighed to myself as I grabbed a couple fresh pepperoni rolls, shoved them into a bag and thought�
"Back to the old grind."
