Kelly was in line at the bank, two customers from the teller, when she caught a good look at him. He must be new. All the weeks she’s been coming here to deposit her pay check, Kelly never saw him.
The line moved and she was able to see the name tag above his window: Scott Draft. She bit her bottom lip fantasying about being Mrs. Scott Draft.
For two weeks she followed him home, trying to get the nerve to tell him that he made her blood pressure rise every time she saw him. Kelly was beginning to feel guilty about her obsession, but it was as if her body took over her thoughts.
“Today’s the day,” she told herself.
Without thinking, Kelly walked to the door and knocked. A lump formed in her throat.
“Hi Kelly,” he said, after opening the door. “I’ve been waiting for you.”