When you are expecting someone for the day.
You sit down on the concrete bench, looking at the clock, urging it to move forward, "come on, tick faster, tick faster."

Minutes after minutes went by and yet there was still no sign of her.
You felt relieved yet unsettled. Relieved because you won't know how to handle the fluttering of butterflies in your stomach when you see her, unsettled because she was supposed to be here but she's not, what could have happened?
Then she walked up to you while you were busy and gave you a friendly slap on your back, "YO!"
You lost a breath, the throat tightened up and you gave a brief smile and said a barely audible "hi!".

She stood quite a distance away , the overhead spot light beamed a shaft of amber light onto her literally making her glow in it.
Oh wait, is that a halo above her head? I must be seeing things.
She turned her head, she saw you and she smiled at you.
You suspected that your legs were made of butter, they melted at the sight of her brillant smile. You realized that you were turning away from her, as if a wind materialized out of nowhere and slammed you on one shoulder. Your brain barely abled to process any thoughts but still, you know you must do something. You lifted your suddenly limped hand and gave a feeble wave before it slumped back down to the side.

This is a fiction of a non-fiction that exist in a non-fiction world in which fiction exist, as old as non-fiction.