Leopold Lane

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Gym bag… check. Phone… check. Glasses… where’d that darned thing… oh! Check. Estimated time of departure, approximately three minutes. Good. That gives me just enough time to—

“Would you… like one?” she interrupted – with a phrase to part those lips adorned in the cutest smile.

“Um… w-what?” bewildered I, flushed, in warm confusion.

A single sentence. —1— That was all it took to effectively —2— struck me speechless, followed by —3— four awkward seconds to realize —4— what was going on – Duh! Of course she was offering you a piece of gum, dummy! Pull yourself together, Leopold. It’s right there in her hand, take it!

“Sure, thanks!” was what I had anticipated to say.
“… Hi.” was what really came out.

She then proceeded to occupy the spot on the bench immediately adjacent to mine – wait what? Why is she here? What should I say next? Where should I… “Wait, um… what’s your name?” was the best I got.

“Ring ring ring!” rang the bell. Saved…

“It’s Madeline by the way. Nice to meet you. Well, see you around!” with a voice as soft as a summer’s breeze. And with that, she was gone.

“Bye.” was all I could muster up before I got up like a banana and split.

What just happened?