Just if...

And finally they never saw each other again.

He had imagined the encounter. He could even describe the small details of her smile as she would get closer and closer…

She is there standing among the crowd, but in the precise moment she is performing the most trivial and forgettable movement, he appears.
His eyes are walking right straight to hers, his steps sound decided but his hands tremble. He knows it’s only one shot, and he’s got to take it.
Now her shoulders rise again and her body feels the cold wind for an instant. She has forgotten everything else. She thought it wouldn’t ever happen; but he is here.

Their mouths should discuss it, but it would be such a waste of time. So they let the words flow without a meaning. There is no point in wasting the tongues, and the feelings are unleashed. All those days restrained by a wall of formalisms are over. They can converge and let the wave start.

Suddenly he woke up. 5 O’clock, and he will never know what would have happened.