She sat in the front seat if the old buss. Funny thing, she thought, all those people stuffed into it, like the small pinkish seeds if a pomegranate. Families, couples, children. And the languages packed the one on top of the other.
She managed to get out if the buss and the moment she passed the traffic lights she felt her pace to be faster; she was running towards the gate of the house. She past the garden and she reached to the stairs. Her heart was pumping the blood in and out too quickly.
She was at the door. She knocked twice, like there was a code for it. He heard him standing up from his chair and heard the footsteps reaching the door. The door opened and there he was. With his big smile and his hands opened, craving a hug.
She felt the anticipation and the rush floating into her veins. She has missed him so much that she almost collapsed when he hugged her.
She was sure, she was in love.