The next day passed by far slower than I wanted. The sun seemed to have the desire to stay dominative of the sky. I have never cursed the sun as much as I have on that day. The hours dragged on.

No one had seemed to notice my restlessness.I was fidgety and nervous, and my eye continuously drifted back towards the clock. Why was night eluding me so? I want to see the stranger again... I want to feel his words warm me from my soul outwards. I want to see his emasculate beauty, feel his hand touch mine ever so gently, stare into those deep, emerald eyes... I want... him.