Baggage Claim

This is an opener for a short story I’ll be posting on Wattpad. Click here if you want to find out how it ends!


Kiara opened her post office box, holding her large iced coffee under her arm as she reluctantly pulled out the last of her mail.

As she headed to the counter to turn in her key, she spotted Michael, stylishly dressed in a dark suit, licking stamps for a stack of envelopes.

Her heart beat rapidly in her chest as she tried to scurry by, unseen. She felt a warm hand on her arm as soon as she passed.

“Kiara!”

She turned around, trying to look casual and surprised to see him. “Oh, hey Michael,” she began, but her confidence quickly turned to panic the moment she looked up into his big green eyes; and that smile … my God, that smile. She pressed her arm too close to her chest as she stared blankly at him, and the plastic top on her iced latte popped off, spilling cold coffee all over her and the stack of mail she held.

“Oh … gosh, are you okay?” Michael put down his stamps. “Let me help you out with that,” he said, taking the soaked mail from her arms.

She felt her face hot, and as she wondered if he could see her blushing, she felt her cheeks grow even hotter. “Uh, oops,” she stammered. “That was embarrassing.”

He smiled broadly at her as he placed the dripping stack of mail on the counter. “Well, I’m glad I can still have that affect on you,” he said with a wink.

Kiara’s embarrassment quickly turned to annoyance. He always was cocky… still, she was flattered.

Michael’s smile morphed to a bit of a smirk as he turned back to his stamps. “So I haven’t seen your beautiful face around lately. How’ve you been?”

“I’m … doing great,” she stammered, using a wad of tissues to dab at herself and the stack of wet mail as she prepared to gloat about her fabulous news.

“I’m glad to hear that.” He stacked up his envelopes and dropped them in the mail slot, looking down at his watch.

“I just heard back from Clique magazine on my portfolio,” she said with a big smile.

“Wow! That’s amazing Kia, I know you’ve wanted to work for them for years.” She was about to go on, but he touched her shoulder to interrupt. “Hey, I’d love to talk with you, and find out more about the magazine thing, but I have a meeting right now, then a plane to catch,” he glanced at his watch again, “and I’m already running late. I’ll be back in town next Wednesday.”

She followed him as he headed for the door. “Wait, Michael, on Wednesday …” she began.

“I’ll call you, we can get together for dinner and talk about it then, okay?” He smiled and winked at her as he hurried out, the door slamming behind him.

“… I’ll already be gone.”


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