The Stranger

I smiled when I thought of him.
The stranger I didn't know and would never meet again.
Jake. That's what he said his name was. He probably lied about it, most people do in these places but still...
He was the sweetest person I'd ever met. Even though we only talked for half an hour I felt like I knew him. A sports mad guy who didn't hate people like Justin Beiber and One Direction because girls liked them.
And I walked away with a smile on my face because I got to meet the most amazing guy ever.
I was walking to my taxi with my friends, not hearing anything they were babbling about when I felt his hand on my shoulder. I spun round in delighted disbelief.
'Kara. I was wondering if you were going to the next one?' Wow. He wanted to see me again. I couldn't help a sheepish grin from forming on my face.
'Not the next one no.' I felt broken hearted as I watched his face fall, 'But I'm going to the Bristol one.'
He looked relieved. I was practically glowing with happiness. This was so unreal.
'Well I guess I'll see you there unless...'
'Unless what?' Was he going to ask me out?
'Well you live in Manchester right? So erm, we could meet up at the Printworks?'
'Yeah great.'
'Well, here's my number and we can talk okay?'
'Of course.'
As he walked away my friends reminded me of their presence by making extremely patronising remarks.
'Oh shut up' I grinned at them. I was too happy to get pissed at them.
No way was this real.