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Linda's POV

I am getting married with Steve next week and the thought of the whole journey runs shivers down my spine. We decided to trace it all to the beginning, where it all started from, what we've been through and how we've gotten to here, marriage.

My name is Linda.
I'm a girl. Your regular girl who doesn't wear more than tops and skirts or trousers. Lol.

I remember vividly the first time I saw him. It was at a coffee shop early in the morning on my way to school. My friends and I were in the school bus, chattering, making noise and disturbing the other students in the bus as we continued our usual attitude of checking out cute guys on the street.

"Hey look at that guy!" Tracy, one of my friends, suddenly exclaimed pointing in the direction of the coffee shop.

All heads turned in that direction as we checked out the dark brown haired dude seated alone outside the coffee shop, swinging the cup of coffee in his hand. We wowed and nodded in excitement. There was no disputing it, he was cute. The bus was in motion and so we kept moving until we didn't see him anymore.

I was sure I didn't see that cute face in my street again. Not in that coffee shop and not in any other, because I was always peeping into every coffee shop I passed by.

It wasn't until two years later that I saw him again. I got admission into the university. My parents drove me to school and I was sure they were happy to have one less child at home. Not that they didn't want us, but they preferred the home to themselves free from our troubles.

Settling down was no stress for me. I was a social person such that I didn't find it difficult to roll with everyone down the hall. I was already so good with directions and locations anyone who met me for the first time would think I was in my third year.

Then there was my roommate, Joan. She got to the room a day before I did. She seemed like a shy person, not talking much, picking her words and keeping a lot to herself. I found it very easy to relate with her. Except one thing, she was a party freak. The difference in her shy personality came at night when she would dress up in the flashiest of clothes and the most glittering jewelries. If there was any party, you'd be sure to find Joan there.  I always wondered how she was able to find out where each party held. Which is why I wasn't surprised when she invited me to come with her to the freshman party. It held the first weekend of the semester. I only chose to follow her since it was for freshmen.

The dim coloured lighting, reek of alcohol and loud music welcomed me as I entered the building. I wasn't surprised when I looked at my side and Joan was gone. Since I didn't want to be left out, I was soon doing what I absolutely loved doing at parties, dancing.

Steve's POV

My name is Steve and I'm getting married to Linda next week. We decided to trace history - our history.

She lived in my street. I saw her a lot, almost everyday until I went to the university. She was always with this clique of hers, those girls were far from approachable. Guys from my street all thought they had trashy behaviors so I never really gave her attention.

It was until later I figured we were in the same university. I was coming from the basketball court when I saw her alight from her parent's car. Since it was a new session, I concluded she was freshman. By that time I was in junior year. It was found quite amusing that a member of the unapproachable clique came to such a university as mine.

A freshman party was organized as it was a ritual at the beginning of every session. I was forced to that party by my roommate, Jason. He was a freshman. He said he wanted me to have a life. Like he knew anything about life.

I had just broken up with Susan (my girlfriend at the time), and I was down. I went reluctantly just to please him.
At first I didn't enjoy the party. It was too lousy and noisy, plus, I could barely see.

I kept moving from table to table grabbing a cup of drink after I had downed the last. The party was not doing anything close to giving me a life instead I got tired by the minute. I was aiming at another cup of beer when I noticed a girl dancing in the middle of the floor. The way she twisted and turned, twirled  and made every curve of her body respond to the rhythm of the music amused me and caught my attention.

It was that girl - the one from the unapproachable clique. I kept staring and after a few minutes I felt myself approach her. As soon as I got to her, I grabbed her waist. Only God knows what I was thinking.

Linda's POV

I was dancing, and someone just grabbed my waist. Out of shock I turned to see if it was someone I knew. But no, it was a cute guy whose face seemed familiar. He looked like I knew him, but I was confused not being able to place his face or where I had seen him before. I stopped and freed myself from his grip giving him a confused look.

"I just want to ask you to dance," he said.

I shook my head and left. Who did he think he was, grabbing my waist like that. He might be cute but that didn't make me easy. Okay that was an over reaction, but he was way too cute. I didn't want a dance that would put me in a tight spot. I had fun for the rest of the party and I didn't see him again.

The next day, as I was going to class, I thought to grab a cup of coffee at the coffee shop nearby. I was feeling kind of sleepy. An aftermath of the party.

It was already an habit of mine to scan coffee shops from outside whenever I passed by them. As I approached the shop, I looked in. The difference was this time I saw someone, the someone I had been looking for.

Maybe because it was a coffee shop and there was only one face I had been hoping to see in every coffee shop. I recognized him, it was the cute guy from two years ago. The same one Tracy pointed to while we were on the bus.
I was excited. I had always longed to see his face again. I hastened my steps, got into the shop and hoping that one way or the other I'll start a conversation.

As I moved closer, I noticed something. He was the same guy that asked me to dance yesterday. The one who had grabbed my waist, my excitement died. No wonder his face seemed  familiar when I had seen him. I should have known he was the one. I sure couldn't approach that guy. What was I supposed to say?

"Good morning, I'm sorry for rejecting your offer to dance yesterday at the party." I thought in my head.

Nah, that was not a good idea. I got my coffee and made sure I didn't make eye contact with him. I left.

Steve's POV

Yes, I approached the unapproachable. Maybe I thought it was high time someone broke the jinx of them being unapproachable.
She turned to look at me. She had a puzzled kind of look on my face as if asking who I was .

"I just want to ask you to dance." I said, thinking no one would reject a dance in a party.

I was stupid to think that, she didn't even reply in words. She simply shook her head and left me standing there.
Was I that bad of a guy? Why in the whole wide world would a lady reject an offer to dance? I felt wronged and I was downright pissed.

At that time I was again reminded of how Susan broke up with me.

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"Steve, we can't go on." Susan had suddenly said out of the blue.

We were having dinner at a restaurant. I had gone to the toilet and as soon as I had sat down she said those words.

Confused, I asked, "What do you mean we can't go on? We're doing just fine."

"We're not Steve, and you know it." She kept saying words that I in no way understood.

"But I'm trying sweetheart, I'm trying. I'm looking out for you and I'm trying to understand every action it is you take." I said, hoping it would stop what I knew she was insinuating.

"That's the problem dear, you're the one trying," she said.
I could feel it, Susan aimed at breaking my heart.

"How is that a problem?"

"Steve, the solution is, you and I are not meant to be together. I'm sorry Steve, but I have to go"
She said those words and left me, right there in the restaurant.

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I came back to reality and just shrugged off the dancing girl's behavior.

I guess we thought right and her behaviour was nothing to write home about, just like the rest of her clique.

I drank a little, and left the party not long after without telling Jason. The guy wouldn't have let me go but my mood was totally destroyed.

Getting into my room, I went straight to bed.
I woke up early, disturbed by Jason's alarm. After getting dressed, I went out for a cup of coffee.

Coffee drinking every morning was an habit of mine that I could not curb in anyway.

I wasn't in the shop for long when I caught sight of the The dancing girl coming in. I could swear I saw her smile when I caught her looking at me from outside the shop, but after looking at me some sort of way when she entered, she didn't look at me again.

That was all I needed to confirm she was just loaded with trash as behavior. I waved it off, I didn't have anything to do with her anyway. I downed the rest of my coffee and headed to class.

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