Not Mr. Right, Just Mr. Right Now

Valerie was sitting on one of the empty chairs in a secluded café in the city, pondering about being single for too long. Three years. She was reviewing for her Genetics exam. Then, he entered.

As he entered, he scouted the café and saw a couple of people sitting. He looked at Valerie and smiled. She smiled back. A smile that’s not just a form of courtesy, but a smile because she liked him. Her heart jumped.

Those black round eyes, thick eyebrows, and a-million-watt smile. He’s not muscular but he’s in good shape, and tall.

Is he an oppa? Yes.

He ordered a caramel macchiato no-foam latte and a croissant. Everyone heard his deep voice. Actually, everyone hears everyone’s orders, that’s how quiet the place was.

He sat on the last table, farthest right, about two tables from Valerie. But there was no one in between them. He put down his bag and opened it. From the bag, he got his materials and a Microbiology book. Probably a medical student just like her, Valerie thought.

He stood up and got his order. Then he caught Valerie looking at him. She looked up blushing. And in her peripheral, she saw him smiling.

Is he the one? Probably.

They were on the battle of looking at each other awkwardly for hours. No one dared to speak up or to stand up. Then, he did.

He stood up and turned his back on her. He walked away without saying goodbye. Is this how people break up?

So, is he Mr. Right?

No he is not, he’s just Mr. Right now. Because Mr. Right doesn’t just leave and he doesn’t leave. He stays.

As he closed the door behind him, Valerie smiled at her book. She hoped men don’t have the same genes. Then, she waited again.