“That can’t be him,” she thought as she squinted her eyes to get a better look. “Why would he be walking out in public alone?”
She continued walking along the sidewalk. Soon they were closer together. Although she wasn't positive if it was him, she debated turning around or quickly running across the street. He was wearing sunglasses and kept his head down to look at his phone, which made it impossible to tell from so far away. What if it was him? What would she do? What would she say? She wasn't sure if she should say anything, because he appeared to be avoiding making eye contact with others.
Her internal battle didn't last much longer, because she soon realized they were just several feet apart. It was him! Her walking pace began to slow down. Butterflies began to flutter deep in the pit of her stomach. She was too stunned and star struck to know what to say. As they passed each other, he looked up from his phone, smiled at her and said “hey.” She returned his greeting, and the moment was gone before she knew it.
She was slightly disappointed that she hadn't made the effort to have an actual conversation with him. How could she let that opportunity pass her by? As she made her way to the theater, she decided to be content with the chance meeting that did occur even though it only lasted for about a second. He obviously hadn't wanted to draw attention to himself. Stopping him in the middle of the sidewalk might have triggered a reaction from others.
“It’s okay,” she thought to herself. “He probably wouldn't have wanted you to stop him anyway.”
She reclaimed her spot near the front of the line and waited for the doors of the Granada Theater to open. She would be seeing him again in about an hour. This time, however, he would be the one on stage preforming.