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The New year’s stranger 

I sent a wistful glance over to Eric’s desk. He’s my boss and living proof that God exists. I had a clear view of his workplace and was in the ideal position to secretly adore him. I watch him take calls, examine numbers, and simply breathe. He looks in my direction all of a sudden. No way! I was just caught staring like a stalker. I feign a cough and spin in my swivel office chair with such power that I lose control twice before regaining control. I give a painful smile before returning my gaze to my computer. He looks perplexed for a moment before returning to his task. I’m curious if he found it as awkward as I did.

Let me fill you in on a few details. This is where I work at a tiny accounting firm. Eric is a brilliant accountant, business entrepreneur, and lady murderer. I’ve been here for a month and a half. To be honest, this has been the best month of my life. Because I’m in awe of this man, I don’t remember much of what happens for the rest of the day. He’s also unmarried, attractive, and younger than fifty. I’m not sure why he’s available, but thank you, cosmic forces. It was, without a doubt, fate.

As the day draws to a close and things begin to quiet down, Eric exits his office and approaches towards me. In under a second, I brush my fingers through my hair with one hand, pout my lips, and clear my throat.

“Hello Ruth… it’s been a long day, huh?” He says it with a smile that warms my heart.

“Yes! Thankfully, the year is coming to an end.” I respond with a chuckle, trying not to appear overly optimistic.

“Talking of which, what are your plans for New Year’s Eve?” He inquires.

I attempt to make some exciting plans right away so I don’t have to acknowledge I have nothing planned and no date. With the exception of a glass of wine, Netflix, and my cat, that is. My cat isn’t a fan of the wine, either. She resigned.

“Oh, you know…,” I honestly don’t, and if I don’t come up with something plausible soon, he’ll think I’m a complete moron.

“One of my pals is throwing a party. It’s going to be spectacular. I’m definitely looking forward to that. The party, as well as seeing all of my old pals.” Oh, how I dread it. Is it true that I said that? I’m not sure if it worked.

“That sounds like a lot of fun.” I was planning on inviting you to join me and a few pals. I wasn’t sure if you had anything planned. “Never mind,” says the narrator. Before I resume my conversation, he smiles and begins to turn.

No, no, no. What exactly have I done? I take a glance at my phone.

“Wait a minute!” Now I might be able to. “It appears like it has been canceled.” I hope I didn’t make myself too clear.

“I’m sad to hear that,” says the narrator. You are still welcome to visit me at my home. There will be delicious food and beverages. Around 8:00 p.m., we’ll get together.” He says this while flashing his stunning teeth. I’m tempted to lick them.

“That sounds fantastic!” “I’ll be there!” says the narrator. I have no idea where he lives, and I’m not sure if two hours is enough time to get ready.

I’m about to leave the office and gather my belongings. I go to the restroom, and when I return, there’s a map of his house printed out on my desk. It’s the equivalent of a golden ticket. I can’t believe what I’m seeing. I haven’t seen Eric in a long time. I’m going to depart now. My pace quickens after I’m outdoors till I reach my car door. My mind is racing at a million miles per hour. Is he fond of me? Is it possible that he invited me because he pities me? Is he fond of me? Is it possible that he thinks I’m a pitiful loner with no pals, or does he genuinely like me? I’m not a complete jerk; he’s simply out of my league. Is it possible that he likes me?

I concluded my preparations. My blonde hair is down in waves and I’m wearing my favorite red dress. I’m finally wearing my gold heels after a year of collecting dust. I’m proud of myself for doing it on time. The snow begins to accumulate as I sit in my car. My phone displays a weather alert. A winter snowstorm is ideal. I’m dead set on attending this party. When I look at the map, I notice that his house is located just outside of town. That shouldn’t be that tough to come by. I, on the other hand, have a terrible sense of direction. I get behind the wheel and after a few turns, I’m not sure where I’m going. It’s becoming increasingly difficult to see. It’s up to me to make it! I simply abandon the map, set it aside, and begin taking whatever turns present themselves. My automobile goes onto the side of the road and becomes trapped when the road curves. Noo I try to reverse, but my car won’t go backwards. When I see a truck coming down the road towards me, I go outside to see what I can do. It slows down and approaches me.

“Hello there, it appears you’re stuck.” With the window rolled down, a man in his late twenties says. He is entirely correct. I’m trapped in this horrible predicament due to the snow. “Hi! Yes, I didn’t expect it to be this bad outside.” Embarrassed, I tell him.

He pulls over before I can even ask for assistance, clears the snow behind my tires with a shovel from the truck bed. I just stand there helpless, watching. He has my car rolling and back on the road in about five minutes.

“Where are you going?” I’m hoping to get back home soon because this storm is only getting started.” He provides me with information.

“Well, I had intended to go somewhere, but I believe I’ve become disoriented.” “I say,” I say. I’m quite aware that I’m lost.

“How about you just follow me, do you live in town?” “How about you just follow me, do you live in town?”

“I guess I’ll just go home,” she says. Thank you so much for your assistance.”

He pulls into a gas station parking lot as I follow him back into town. I’m very disappointed. I text Eric to let him know I won’t be able to make it due to the weather.

“Do you think you’ll be able to get home from here?” Let me obtain your phone number so I can double-check that you arrive safely.” Although the situation in town isn’t particularly bad, his worry for me was touching. Eric has yet to respond to my message.

“Okay. I’m confident I’ll be fine now. “Thank you very much.” I give him a kind smile. He saves my phone number once I provide it to him. He has blue eyes that are friendly. They appear to be familiar in some ways. I was expecting him to leave, but he didn’t.

“By the way, my name is Chris.” “What was your name again?” “My name is Ruth,” I introduced myself.

“Ruth? Ruth, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” He says that with a smile on his face.

“I’m delighted you came to my rescue today. “I was nearly out of gas as well.” I have a good laugh.

Chris chuckles and waits for a few moments before saying goodbye. After returning my stare, he walks back to his truck.

I enter my apartment through the front door. My roommate has returned home, and she is overjoyed.

“Hey! “Wait, what?!” She bursts out laughing.

“What’s up, girl?” I inquire as I check my phone for the a hundredth time. There hasn’t been any reaction yet.

“This weekend, my brother is coming to see me. I hope that’s okay, because he’ll be here soon!” Yes, of course! I’m looking forward to meeting him.” I inform Emma. I’ve heard a lot about her brother from her, and she’s one of my greatest friends. I’m sure he’ll be fantastic.

I go into my room to change out of my freezing, wet stockings, dress, and change into something more comfortable. Someone is knocking, and I suppose it is my roommate’s brother.

I step out of my room and into the kitchen. Who do you think I saw? Chris was the one. He gives me a warm smile as he stares at me. There’s no way.

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