What is meant to be !

The bistro was dimly lit. The walls were filled with classic murals. He sat there flipping through the monthly sports local magazine. He was casually dressed in a grey  button down shirt and jeans. He finished his coffee, it was an hour now and he knew she would not come.

It was their third year together. He had asked for one dinner and she had reluctantly agreed. He hoped to make things right. The fights had begun to turn deep. It had affected his career. He had been spared of the previous match. His coach had yelled at him for losing out on those several early morning practise sessions.

He looked out of the window for one last look and there she stood in a yellow evening dress. He smiled and thought of the sentence he would begin the conversation with.He had a hundred thoughts running in his mind. He was framing the right compliment. He did not want this to go wrong.

She entered and walked up to him. They just looked at each other. Words failed him. He was so overwhelmed to see her standing before him that he almost did not hear what she said.

‘Ryan, it’s over’ !

Lying in his bed, he was still thinking if this is what she had said.

The phone rang. The machine played it for him. It was Coach yeller in his loudest tone ordering Ryan to be back on the field the next morning.

He now knew what to chase and that was something he was good at. Unlike his relationship he did not have to think which way to run or how hard to kick to the goal. He was simply good at it. Ryan, the soccer dude was back on track !!!