She walked by my car, staring intently for no more than 3 seconds, and she looked away.  I had to smile.  The games women play.  I start the car and put on my glassess.  She probably thinks I’m going to stop and ask if she needs a ride, or try and flirt with her.  None of the above.  I am going to drive the opposite way she is going.  I can play also, and as I do drive away, I see her turn around in the rear view mirror.  Funny. Now I know she is going through loops in her mind, the astonished face she has only reinforces my sentiments.  She turns around, and no sooner than she did, a car swerves to avoid hitting a motorcycle and plows right into her.  The bumper hits her knees first, carreening her forward, face first into the windshield.  I hear screams, as her body flies limply through the air.  I am already running towards her.  People are stopping, crying, on thier cell phones as I draw nearer.  I hear sirens in the distance as I bend down to reach her.  Face crushed and bloodied, arms contorted the way arms are not supposed to look.  Hazel eyes open, piercing through time.  No pulse, no breathing.  I begin to go through the motions, but it is futile, and I do not know what else to do.  The chest compressions and the breathing play second fiddle to this feeling of surrealism that surrounds me.  Although I feel chaos is around me, it is muffled.  I check the pulse again, still none.  Look and feel for breathing but it is still evasive.  Loud noises around me.  I begin the compressions one more time, and as I do the paramedics arrive to relieve me.  They pull me off, but I feel as if Iwere in a dream. Floating, everything seems to be in the background with my conscious in the forefront.  My heart beats, and I hear myself swallow.  I look back at the woman, whom I have yet to meet.  Body limp and out of place.  Whiteness surrounds me, yet I can see the nature of the earth, the cars stopped.  The crying.  It was only moments ago that I went into the building and see her staring my way.  Smiling when I catch her looking.  She looks down shyly. Yeah I caught you looking I think to myself.  Dressed in form fitting business attire, she is physically stunning.  I can only assume she works here.  Before I can walk her way she is confronted by a customer.  Damn.  It is nearing closing time so I walk out the door, looking her way this time, she looks up and smiles again.  I smirk back, she caught me looking this time.  Gotta play it cool.  Her eyes hazel, glistening at me.  A smile that brightens my veins.  I hear her soothing voice as I walk out the door and I look back, even though I didn’t want to.  Through the window I see her helping the customer, sexy, sleek and professional.  I can only imagine her interests.  By her smile, I know she likes to laugh, just the way about her, the way her dimples revealed themselves on her smile.  Okay, enough of her, but the feeling she left me with is unshakable.  I can see us laughing over drinks, or swimming at the beach as I open my car.  My phone rings, “Is this Mr. Davidson?”  No, I replied, I believe you have the wrong number.  “I apologize Sir..”  I hang up and there she is.  Walking confidently.  I feel the urge in me to interject in her life.  The attraction is taking over, I must meet her.  I have to make my path cross hers.  Not today though.  I will be back tomorrow, and settle what I feel must be done now.   I must seem like a stalker if she catches me waiting in the car for her, so definitely not today.  She walked by my car, staring intently for no more than 3 seconds, and she looked away.  I had to smile.