Damn, if I could just ride a bike with any talent. I'd managed to snag the bottom of my jeans in the chain and then my shoelace got gummed up in the works. My knee was bleeding as a result of my non-Cirque du Soleil maneuvers.So much for spur of the moment exercise. Whatever."You need some help?" The deep voice wrapped around me like a comfy old fleece. But the eyes attached to the body weren't comfortable at all. They threw sparks."Don't think I do, thank you." I was so self reliant."I'm sure you don't, but your chain is..." Sparkly eyes pointed to the mess hanging below the gear wheels, or whatever you call that stuff."Just where it should be." I felt my nostrils flare as I met his gaze.He smiled then. I could tell he was choking back a laugh. He reached a hand out and then decided against it. The hand dropped to hide in the back pocket of his jeans."Yeah. Your chain is right where it needs to be." He nodded his head and turned toward the bridge. "But if you ever need help with, I don't know... anything. Give me a call." My eyes were focused on the brilliant smile. But out of the corner of my eye I saw the scrap of sky blue paper flutter out of his hand. It landed at my feet. Zack. Angel In Training. 555-123-4567Was this one of those signs?
Love this, Deb! My favorite lines are the ones about the guy's voice and eyes. Soo good. I wasn't expecting that ending though. : )