Minutes feel like hours

The rest of the day seemed to fly by, my attention focused on tonight as I went about my day getting by basically by muscle memory. All I could think about was her ginger colored hair, flowing about in the breeze as she peeked up at me with that smile. I rush home, quickly taking a shower and taking longer than I would like to admit on what I was going to wear. My phone buzzed, Susan sending a picture of her waiting at bus stop with the caption, "Just like old times, waiting for you at the bus stop." I chuckle and grab my keys, running out to my truck as my mind thought about the short summer dress she was wearing in the photo she just sent me. As I pulled up, I realize the photo didn't do her justice as I see looking down at her phone, oblivious to the world. I roll down my window,"Excuse me beautiful, but I'm completely loss and looking for my heart that a small little woman with ginger colored hair stole. Have you seen her around?" She just chuckles as she climbs into my truck, her little hop to climb in amusing me as she shut the door. I could of swore my heart stopped as she slid to the middle of the seat right next to me, buckling the seatbelt across her lap before she looked up at me to let me know she was all set. My cheeks were probably a deep red as I put the truck in drive, sweat rolling down my back as I wondered if I put on enough deodorant. "Sooo...how was the rest of your day?"