Just a little push

She sat down across from a man old enough to be her father – probably older. There was a static of slight awkwardness to her movements. She had asked him here, not even sure why. It had been pure compulsion…instinct.

He smiled and folded up his paper. They began to talk. She knew that under his demeanor of smooth arrogance (a delicate mix) he was astonished. There was the mutual understanding that they were on to each other.

He told her that she was unapproachable, intimidating and often too powerful for most people to take. She told him that until a certain exchange a week ago, she had all but written him off. The proud admiration of two forces wise enough to recognize one another seemed to pulsate from their corner.

Twenty minutes later she strolled out of the diner. Her head tilted back as she inhaled the moist warm air. Others passed and saw a girl with a lazy smile and a sharp glimmer in her eyes. Her senses were heightened. She could feel her skin tighten as the sun baked it. Moving along, saturated with expectation, she knew that she was on the brink of something great.