My sneakers squeak upon contact with the polished floor. Ignoring the irritating sound, I make my way for room two-ten.

Dad lies there, hooked up to way too many machines for me to list.

Eyes tearing, I sit down on the not so comfy chair, staying close to the edge.

"Dad," I whisper, leaning forward and taking hold of his clammy hand.

"We put him to bed for a while. It eases his pain for a little."

I jump out of my seat, startled, my eyes landing on the guy. "You," I gasp. "It's you."

He looks confused. "Do I know you?"

"Yes, yes you do."

That's when his amber eyes widen in recognition. "You're the girl. I was hoping to see you again. And here you are!"

I blush. "Same." Then I glance away, suddenly shy. "I searched for you in all the exchange student classes. You were nowhere to be found."

Through the corner of my eyes, I notice him smile, the one that makes me feel a little weak in the knees, the one I can't seem to erase from my mind. "That's because I'm not an exchange student in your school. I'm one in the nursing department of the community college here."

"Oh." I look at him. "Then what were you doing by my school dance?"

He takes a few steps closer to me, making my stomach do somersaults. "My cousin insisted that I should go with her." He smiles softly. "And I'm glad I did."

"And what are you doing here, now."

"Searching for you." His voice is low, his intense gaze drawing me close to him.

"I don't believe you."

He chuckles, "I'm taking an internship here and so happened to have been assigned to your father."

"I guess its destiny then."

"That we do this." He smirks.

Before I know he's grasping me gently around the waist and pulling me close to him. His lips are just how I imagined, sooo soft. He pulls away, grinning. "I've wanted to do that, since the moment I laid my eyes on you."

I response by wrapping my arms around his broad next and now being the one to kiss him. "By the way my name is Elsa."

"A pretty name for a pretty girl."

"Awe stop it," I say, playfully poking him in the side.

He laughs, grabbing hold of my hand and pressing his lips to my knuckles. "I'm Adam."

That's when dad wakes up, interrupting us. I smile at Adam, before going to my father's bedside and being the good daughter that I am, help by going to make him a tea.

"I'll be back shortly," I tell Adam.

Leaving the room, one word goes through my mind. Destiny.