I could practically hear my friend's irritation as a spilled every tiny detail about the movie I had just exited to him over the phone.
“Seriously though, Artie. You should have come with me, it was awesome!”
“No, thank you, Alfred.” was the dry response. “Superman's not really my thing.”
“Trust me, even you would have loved it!” I said as I continued walking through the foyer, trying to get out of the busy cinema. I'd just about reached the door when something caught my eye.
A girl. She had her [colour] hair tied in half-up-half-down twintails, her shoulders were barely covered by the small sleeves of her dress.
Ah, yes. Her dress. What caught my attention in the first place.
She was wearing, what I can only describe as the best dress I've ever seen! It had a blue top, a long, shiny red skirt and was topped off with a yellow belt. And the best part? The huge Superman symbol emblazoned across of her chest.
N-Not that I was staring at her chest, or anything! The symbol kind of draws attention.
Under her skirt, she wore blue tights with red boots and on her shoulder was a blue bag, once again, with the Superman symbol on.
She was just leaning against the wall, one headphone in, the other dangling around her knees. I watched her lips move in sync with the song she was listening to. She was texting, or playing a game or something. Her phone case also caught my eye. Captain freaking America!
And, just like that, I fell in love!
“Hey, Arite... I'll call you back.” I closed my phone and tucked it into my pocket, before taking a deep breath and starting towards that amazing girl.
With every step I took, more of my confidence faded away, but before I knew it, I was stood directly in front of her.
I cleared my throat, catching her attention.
She glanced up, giving me the perfect view of her beautiful [colour] eyes. I took a deep breath and said the first thing that came to mind.
Unfortunately, the first thing that came to mind was “What's the 'S' stand for?”
She raised her eyebrow at me. “It's not an 'S'” she replied. “On my world it means hope.”
“Well, here it's an 'S'”
We stared at each other for a few moments before collapsing into giggles.
“I take it you enjoyed the movie.” she said dropping her phone into her bag.
“Loved every second!” I replied.
We spoke for a few minutes, discussing our favourite parts of the movie and how if you didn't love Lois Lane, you were wrong.
“Listen, um...” I cleared my throat, threading my fingers though my hair. “I hate to sound forward or anything, but do you wanna go get some pizza or something?”
The girl plucked her phone out of her bag and looked at the screen. Checking the time, I assumed. “Sure.” she replied, looking back up at me. “Pizza sounds awesome.”
I smiled. “Great, Uh... I'm sorry, I never asked for your name...”
She giggled. “[Name].” she responded.
“[Name]. I'm Alfred.”
“Okay, umm...” [Name] bit her lip, tapping her superhero designed fingernails on the table.
Superhero designed fingernails! [Name] is officially my dream girl!
“Deadpool!” she shot, suddenly.
I shrugged. “Well, he's okay.”
[Name] scoffed. “Okay? Deadpool is awesome!” she exclaimed.
“He's cool and all, but he's an anti-hero!”
With a load groan, [Name] lay her head on the table. “Please don't tell me you're one of those guys who only likes the characters that are 100% good?” she muttered.
“Well, yeah...” I replied. “I mean, I always root for the good guys.”
“Yeah, always root for the good guys.” [Name] lifted her head to look at me. “Doesn't mean you can't find some of the bad guys pretty cool.”
“What bad guys are cool?”
[Name] raised an eyebrow at me. “Umm, Loki, Shredder, the Joker! I could go on.” she stressed.
I paused. She had a point.
Sensing her victory, [Name] took a celebratory bite of pizza.
And I took a bite with which to drown my sorrows.
“Okay,” I smiled at her. “DC or Marvel?”
[Name] gave a dramatic gasp, her hand flying up to cover her mouth. “You expect me to choose?”
I just kept smiling, watching her adorable face as she thought hard about her choice.
She took a breath. “Okay, I think... Marvel over DC, but Justice League over Avengers!” she said, nodding.
“Good answer!” I nodded along, approving her decision.
We lapsed into silence as we ate a little more.
I once heard someone say that you can tell you're in love if you can sit silently with a person and be perfectly happy. I know I'd just met this girl not even one hour prior, but I honestly was more than happy to just sit together, saying nothing.
I watched her play with her hair, check the time on her phone, fiddle with the Triforce necklace - Triforce necklace - that hung on a silver chain.
Honestly she's the most beautiful girl in the world and so perfect for me!
“Moving away from superheroes,” I broke the silence. “What kind of bands do you like?”
[Name] hummed in thought. “Pretty much anything, really.” she replied. “I'm kind of in love with A New Day right now.”
“Seriously?” I asked, shocked that she'd even heard of that band. They're an unsigned band from Wales, UK, and they aren't really that well known, even where they live. “I love those guys.”
[Name] gave me a disbelieving look. “...You're kidding?” she asked.
“No!” I laughed. I cleared my throat. “We need to gather one another, instead of friends or enemies we took our brothers.” I sang.
[Name] smiled brightly. “A different day, the same old suffering. A brand new fight, another scar to show!” she sang back.
We both stared laughing loudly.
“Oh, my God. I have never met another person who has even heard of A New Day!” [Name] giggled.
Once again, we lapsed into silence, finishing off our pizza and downing the rest of our drinks.
[Name] checked the time on her phone, stating that she should probably get home before her room mate starts worrying.
I paid for the both of us and offered to walk her home.
Along the way, we talked more about comic books and television shows and movies that we liked and more things we had in common and, eventually, we reached her apartment complex.
“This is me.” she said, digging through her bag for her keys.
“H-Hey, um... [Name]?” I spoke, sounding a little more shaky than I'd have liked.
“Well...” I took a deep breath, gathering all my confidence. “Before I even spoke to you today, I promised myself that we wouldn't part ways until—”
“Alfred, I'm going to stop you there.” [Name] interrupted.
I bit my lip, awaiting my pending rejection.
I felt [Name] slip something into my hand. A piece of paper. I flipped it over to read the digits she'd written on it.
“That's my number.” she said. “If you haven't called by next week I'm going to be angry.” She lifted herself onto her toes, wrapping her arms around my neck and whispered in my ear. “You won't like me when I'm angry.”
With that, she pressed a kiss to my cheek, turned around and disappeared into the building.
...and I stood there grinning like an idiot for at least ten minutes.