[ WP ] You and a cute stranger make small talk while at a cafe . You then attempt to find him/her .

She was so *wow*. That was my first thought. Her long legs, her breasts, her dark brown hair, her lively greeny-blue eyes. Amazing. 
 
 `` It's on me,'' I smiled at the cashier, sliding over some cash. `` You Canadians and your monopoly money,'' the Wow Girl says, smiling at me. `` Do n't diss the plastic,'' I smile back. Wow Girl was British. I got my drink, she took hers and we sat by the window. 
 
 She was as Wow as I thought she'd be. I howled with laughter, I gasped dramatically. No one's ever been able to do that to me. `` What brings you to the quaint little city of Winnipeg?'' I finally ask. `` It's not exactly quaint, or little for that matter. But I'm here on some very official business.'' `` What business?'' `` The business of adventure.'' 
 
 I scrunched my eyebrows together. `` I need to go,'' Wow Girl said loudly, getting up from her chair, `` someone's expecting me.'' `` At least let me get your number!'' But she'd already turned away and left. I sighed. I went home. 
 
 At home, Wow Girl was all I can think about. 
 
 I'll skip the boring details of this long endeavour of finding her ( I went to the cafe everyday ), and get straight to the point. The day of discovery, if you will. 
 
 `` You!'' `` You!'' 
 
 I thought I'd never see her again. But here she is, Wow Girl, in the flesh. I smile, pay for her drink, we sit by the window. `` What've you been up to?'' `` Adventure.'' The same sly smile, making her mysterious and sexy and adorable and *everything* at the same time. 
 
 She launches into a story, she had crossed all of Canada, going everywhere from Cole Harbour, Nova Scotia to Victoria, BC, but ultimately, she had liked Winnipeg the best. She is going to stay. I smile at her. She smiles back. `` Would you like to get dinner?'' `` Sure.'' 
 
 We get dinner. We get *more* than dinner. We drink fizzy, golden champagne, we eat decadent chocolates, we dance to our hearts content. There's very little talking, just energy. 
 
 We spend more nights like this, laughing, dancing, eating, drinking. It all goes to shit though. 
 
 `` I think I'm in love with you,'' I whisper in her ear, brushing her silky brown hair behind her ear. She promptly turns and leaves, practically running out the door. I mean it. Probably a mistake to say it, but I mean it. I love her, when I'm around her it feels like every fibre of my being is coming to life. 
 
 
 I run out after her, chase her down the street. `` Stop, please, let me explain,'' I blubber out. She turns around, coming to a complete standstill. `` You're not in love with me.'' `` How can you tell me how I feel? I am, we might not know each other that well, but you make me feel like no one else ever has.'' `` That's because you're in love with the idea of me.'' 
 
 I stop, the idea churning in my mind. `` What do you mean?'' 
 
 `` I mean, you do n't know me, you just have this idea of me. I could tell from the way you looked at me when we met, this look of immediate adoration. And who am I kidding, you looked so adorable, so hopeful, thinking'maybe she is the one,' I decided to humour you. I could n't just tear that hopeful look,'' she pauses, `` out of your eyes. I thought you'd get bored of me. But you did n't. You hung on to this *idea, * even when I offered nothing to talk about, showed that I am not the crazy girl you think I am, and you stuck with it.'' She looks at me with this, this *contempt* in her eyes. 
 
 `` So? We could talk more, we could make this work, you are interesting, you're amazing, you're the Wow Girl.'' `` The fact that you call me Wow Girl tells me you're not ready. I've always loved your eyes, if it counts for anything, they're deep and dark and kind.'' 
 
 She turns, she leaves. I never see her again. I cry. My deep, dark, kind eyes miss her. I miss Wow Girl.
