Wait. Continued

I know her. He thought as he stood with his grocery basket in hand. Her brown hair fell into her eyes as she picked out fruit in the produce section. Should I go up and say hi? Should I wave? Does she even remember me?. He moved closer and stopped a few feet away hesitating. Feeling awkward, he picked up a green pear and squeezed it lightly. When he glanced in her direction he found her eyes.
"Hi," he said putting the pear down quickly.
"Hi," she laughed. Why did she laugh? "Funny running into you here."
"Funny? Nah, I eat just like everybody." His arms felt stiff at his sides so he switched hands carrying the shopping basket. "So, how are you?" The default question. It just kind of escaped from him. Why does anyone bother asking that anyway. Everyone had the same answer, "good" or "fine."
"Wonderful," she smiled, "How are you?"
"Good I guess." He shrugged. His eyes darted about looking for something to talk about.
"I was wondering," Oh, thank you God, "how you knew Henry." Henry was the mutual friend who introduced them at the party a few days ago.
"Oh," he ran his hand over the hair at the back of his head, "Henry and I have a few classes together. He's studying to be a chemical engineer, I'm studying to be an electrical one. How do you know him?"
"He's my roommate's boyfriend's roommate," she looked up at the ceiling as though there was a cheat sheet written up there.
"Oh."
"He said you liked books, that your room is full of them."
He let out a laugh and felt more relaxed.
"Yeah, mostly classics, history, and sci-fi, you know, good stuff."
"Good stuff," she repeated, "Like Dumas?" He nodded. "Like Douglas Adams?" He nodded smiling. "Like Lewis Carroll?"
"'The time has come,' the walrus said, "to talk of many things..."
"'of shoes and ships and ceiling wax, of cabbages and kings!'" she finished smiling very widely.
He laughed loudly standing next to the clementine oranges.
"If I ever need help slaying a Jabberwock I know who to call," she smiled ruefully. Was that a flirty smile? Oh, I don't know. He felt awkward again.
"Yeah," he looked down at her shoes, but after a few moments realized What if she thinks I'm staring at her legs? and looked at the sweet potatoes instead. She falls quiet as well.
"Well, it was nice talking to you," she perks up but her smile seems a little forced at the corners. However, her eyes convey sincerity.
"Yeah, you too, Hannah." They walk off in opposite directions.
He wanted to talk to her again, but he would have to wait.

"Henry," she spoke into her cell phone over the beeping of the check-out line.
"Yeah? Whatsup?" He sounded kind of sleepy. She vaguely wondered if she had woken him from a nap.
"You know that guy you introduced me to at the party?"
"You mean Michael?"
"No, the brown-headed one." She took a step forward in line and scanned the candy beside the register.
"Oh, you mean David?" David.
"Yeah, that's the one."
"What about him?" For some reason a blush rose in her face.
"Nothing I just ran into him at the grocery store and couldn't remember his name. Thanks, Henry."
"Sure thing. Bye." She hung up. David.
She begins to plan a large party. And I could just casually tell Henry to invite him. But it's only a thought, and she floats back down to reality. She would have to wait.

To be continued...