I didn't drive away. I couldn't. I sat there, my car idling on the side of the street, watching the bus pull away, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum.
The girl was gone, a phantom in the morning light, but the image of her, and the strange, pure white aura that surrounded her, was burned into my mind.
I was late for training, a fact that would surely get me a few angry glares from Coach Chivu, but I didn't care.
I pulled my car over, got out, and started walking back down the street, my eyes scanning the road, my mind racing.
Was she a player? An athlete of some kind? The questions were a frantic jumble in my head, a puzzle with a missing piece.
I was about to give up when I saw her. She was a block down, getting off the bus, a look of focused concentration on her face. She was walking with a determined stride, her phone still in her hand. My heart leaped into my throat. This was my chance. I couldn't let her get away.
