Serendipity
Olivia had to ask herself if she was losing it. She sucked a breath in between parted lips and kept her gaze fixed. The concept of time had disappeared, as had the din of the evening crowd at Argo’s. She heard nothing, she felt nothing, she saw no one but him. The eyes she stared at were the very same ones that haunted her every dream; piercing blue, excruciatingly intense. Realizing that her mouth was agape, she snapped her jaw shut, blinked a few times and dipped her head to gather her thoughts. She studied the pattern on the floor tiles, listened to the conversation at the next table, felt the breeze from outside as the doors swung open and shut - anything to ground herself in the moment. Almost afraid to look up, Benson did it anyway, and there he was. This wasn’t a dream, this wasn’t a mirage, this was real. His eyes had never left her. They remained intently focused on his former partner. He seemed almost tentative…as if he wanted to approach her. But neither of