Jeannie heard Kyle before she saw him. His baritone voice floated above the din of the football players gathered in the quad and settled in her ear. She slowed down on her approach as she always did and noticed his right hand at his side. She imagined reaching for it.
Unconsciously, she raised her hand to find her shadow meeting his. She spread her fingers to take his hand, then closed them around nothing. Jeannie froze in place, lost in the moment.
“You okay, Jeannie?” Kyle called.
She panicked and rushed away, smiling as she thought about their shadows intertwining.
