It was raining cats and dogs so he ran across the field to take shelter in the stone chamber. He started when he realized that someone else was there. His face brightened when he recognized the girl with the bicycle. Smiling broadly, he said, “Hello. Fancy meeting you here.”
She smiled. “I was coming across the field when I saw that it was going to rain. I knew that I wouldn’t get back to campus in time so I came in here. As soon as I did, I heard the thunder and then the rain. You’re drenched. Hopefully, it’s just a passing shower so you can go home and get out of those wet clothes.”
Her concern for him was very endearing. “I can’t tell you how delighted I am to see you again,” he said. “I thought I was going to have to wait until Sunday.”
“Yes. I was planning to ride up to Green Point Lighthouse in Mouille Point on Sunday on the off chance that I would run into you.”
“I won’t be riding anywhere for a while because someone stole my bicycle.”
“What rotten luck,” he exclaimed.
“It was my fault. I propped it up against the wall instead of locking it because I figured I would be gone only for a few minutes. When I came outside it was gone. No one saw who took it and even if they did, they probably assumed that it belonged to the person. I went to the police station and reported that it was stolen. Now, I just have to wait and hope that it will be found.”
“I’m sorry. It was a fine looking bike.”
“It was. I had it for about ten years. My father had given it to me for my ninth birthday.”
“I hope they find it.”
“I hope so too.”
“So, how are you going to spend your Sundays now that you can’t ride to?
“I don’t know.”
“What’s your name?”
“Jala. That’s a lovely name. What does it mean?”
“It suits you.”
“What’s your name?”
“Cary. My mother was a huge fan of Cary Grant’s.”
She stared at him blankly.
“Cary Grant was a very famous actor during the 1940s. I know, that’s way before your time.”
“Cary’s a nice name. Do you know what it means?”
“Yes. I looked it up once. It means pleasant stream.”
“It suits you.”
He grinned. “Thank you–I think.”
“The woman I saw you with, is she your girlfriend?”
He shook his head at once. “No. She’s just a friend.”
“She looked like she wanted to be more than friends. I don’t think she liked you talking to me.”
“You’re right on both accounts. My mother has been throwing us together but her efforts have been in vain.”
“So, there’s no chance that your feelings for your friend will change?”
“No, there’s no chance of that ever happening.”
She smiled. “I’m very relieved to hear that.”
His eyebrows arched. “Really?”
“Yes. It means that you’re single.”
“I guess this means that you’re single as well?”
“Excellent! So, that means I can ask you to have dinner with me this evening.”
“Yes, I can ask you to have dinner with me or yes, you will have dinner with me?”
She laughed. “Yes, I will have dinner with you.”
“You’re even more beautiful when you laugh,” he remarked. She was. Her face simply lit up and her eyes sparkled. She took his breath away. He could easily fall in love with her.
For several minutes they stood there, staring at each other.
“The rain has stopped,” she said finally.
Blinking, he turned to look outside. She was right. The rain had stopped and the sun was out again. It had been a passing shower. Too bad. He would have loved to stay there with her for a while longer but he needed to get out of the wet clothes. “I wish I could walk back to the campus with you.”
She smiled. “There will be other times,” she said. “We can walk up to the path where we first met.”
“All right. Let’s go.”
As they walked across the field, he asked her questions about herself and by the time they parted company at the path, he was utterly besotted.
This is the sequel for Sunday Afternoon.
This story was written for the #writephoto Prompt – Within at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo.