She blinked. She was stunned. It was the call she had been waiting for… for over three years. “Yes. I’ll be right down.” She was aware of her manager’s eyes on her. She was also aware she had been taking exceedingly long breaks, far too often of late. But her manager asked her no questions. She took the elevator down and sprinted out to the lawn. He was standing on the granite steps that stretched across the sloping lawn. He was thinner, perhaps, but his smile had not lost the mischievous, slightly sarcastic quality that it always had. She wondered why he had called her. She had heard from friends that he had come to the campus before, but had never called her before.
As she approached him, she saw droplets of rain on his glasses. But the eyes behind the glasses were warm, gentle.
“Or you could hold my hand and lead me.”
She looked at his slightly outstretched hand. She thought of the number of times she had imagined this happening. She wondered why now, when it was too late. Or was it too late? She linked her fingers through his. It did not seem new or unfamiliar. It felt like what was meant to be. And the years and silences were washed away with the drizzle.