stranger

Bech had never been taken aback by seeing the human male species like she was that night. She had seen him from across the forecourt of the conference hall as she joined the queue patiently waiting their turn to enter the auditorium. Their eyes met briefly, there was a sudden gust of wind, and oh she felt the chill run up and down her arms and a warm shiver down her back. She had felt that way only once in the entire twenty-four years of her life. Bech shook her head to clear the memory; no, she didn’t want to go down that lane.