A Slight Case Of Obsession

     Stay warm, isn't that what she told him, he wasn't sure, his heart was pounding in his ears at the time. His tech theater teacher said there would be extra credit given if they went to the local production of some holiday play. He could think of a few other ways to spend his time but his grades were slipping so every little bit helped. No way he was going to summer school or repeating his last year.
     He made some mental notes on the scenery and costumes and had to admit that it held his attention but then...she came in. She was an angel, literally and figuratively. She was playing some kind of Christmas angel but she was more captivating than the whole play itself. His whole attention was devoted to the stage and he hoped she'd come back in the second half. She didn't until the curtain call. The cast asked the audience to join them in the lobby for some refreshments so he stuck around.
     What's her name? He searched through his program to find it. Was she Angel #1 or Angel #2? Shit, he thought, she's right there, what now? Be cool, he told himself, just be cool. Please, God, do not let my voice crack or anything fly out of my nose for the next twenty minutes.
     He tried to smile and say hi. He had seen an old movie once where Carey Grant introduced himself to a woman and she told him her name. It worked, thanks Carey! He was feeling every one of his seventeen years as he tried to make small talk and compliment her on her performance. She smiled, said thank you and hugged him. After another brief exchange she said she had to go and change and hugged him again and probably said stay warm.
     His head was filled with day dreams as he turned up his collar to the North wind and walked back to his moms car. It wasn't until he got in that he realized he could still smell her perfume on his coat. He just sat there for a minute and breathed it in. He had no idea how to get in touch with her but he knew he wanted to see her again. He didn't want to roll down his window when he went to the drive-thru window of the fast food place, but he had no choice. Besides, he'd have to air out the car anyway. Two rules of the mom mobile-no food and no girls. He breathed in one last time and rolled the window down to place his order.