I had seen a guy who looked just like Brad (let’s just call him Brad).
I was enjoying a plate of whole wheat tuscan pasta at Noodles & Co, and I looked up out the window.
There “he” was. He was in a white car on the side of the curb, talking to two friends. A girl was sitting in the driver’s seat. His curly dark hair caught my attention. His frameless glasses were also similar to what Brad would wear. He had squinty eyes. It wasn’t as intense as Brad’s but, they were still unique. He was more tan and probably weighed less.
He must have felt someone looking at me, because he kept glancing right over at me while talking to his friends. I kept my gaze, and did not look away once. It was a safe distance where I did not feel embarrassed to stare.
After they had said their good-byes, he looked at me once more for perhaps 2-3 seconds before finally turning to his female friend— who coincidentally, reminded me of myself.
It wasn’t him. It couldn’t have been. He’s in another state.
But, it brought me back to a time when we were so close.
I finished the last ribbons of my pasta and prepped my table neatly for clean-up and walked out towards the direction of him.
It was hot. The streets baked.
I walked right on by their car without turning back.