Sabrina wasn't sure if it was a wonderful sign or a sign of disaster but Sabrina knew that when a man looked at her in that way, there wasn't much she could say or do to avoid him talking to her. It just wasn't the right time, nor the right place for that matter. She looked at the large round clock hanging on a wall across the room as much to check the time as to avoid looking at him.
What was she doing? What was she thinking? She was standing in line at the ER waiting room waiting to check in with the attendant. Her mother had been rushed there from work earlier that afternoon and she had come straight from school to be by her side. It wasn't anything serious. At least she hoped it wasn't, but that didn't stop her from being afraid. From being fearful that something would take her mother away from her and like her grandmother had been taken away from her mother when she was fourteen. It was scary, just the thought of it, even though she was twenty-three years old now.
The man had reached her. She could feel him, sense him, smell him. He had that incredibly manly scent about him. A mixture of soap, masculinity and a clean scented cologne she had smelled so many times before but couldn't think of offhand. He tapped her on the shoulder.
"Excuse me, Miss. I know this is prob'ly not a good time to talk to you. But I was wondering if we could talk for a moment."
Sabrina turned to look at him sideways. No, it wasn't a good time, she wanted to say. She wanted him to leave her alone, just stay where he was when she'd first noticed him. He was standing up against the wall, his Yankees baseball cap turned sideways, his eyes were dark, heavy, and seemed unfocused. Now, he was standing next to her, and just a tad too close.
The line moved an inch. "I'm-I'm sorry. I can't right now. I can't think straight. My mom is inside there and I have to see her," she managed to stammer.
She wanted to be curt. She wanted to tell him she wasn't interested, but she couldn't. Upon closer inspection she found him to be slightly attractive and she knew she wouldn't see him again. But she didn't want to be unkind and she wanted someone, anyone to pity her, even when she really didn't need to be or deserved it.
"Oh, ai'ght then. Maybe another time. I'm sorry to hear about your Mom's. Be safe and stay sweet," he said before sauntering off.
Sabrina had wished he had been more assertive. Like insist on giving her his number and whisking her away to a better place, a better situation than this. But he didn't. Instead, the line inched forward and she finally met face to face with the attendant, a surly looking older man who asked her for her name and her mother's information. She gave it to him, was given a red plastic covered pass and ushered through the swinging doors…back to reality.