Vancouver-Personal Narrative

The third rainy day in a row, unprepared again, you crash through the double doors, in a panic as the run from the parking stall to the entrance that was much further than you had originally expected. Those cold, wet fall days in Vancouver were just beginning. You’ve lived on the west coast for your entire life, this weather wasn’t new to you, but still you are as unprepared as someone would be if they had moved from California to Vancouver. It was like this was your first west coast fall, your rain boots still tucked away at the back of the closet, the umbrellas still sitting in the stand at the front door. The run from the door to car much shorter than the distance between any remaining places you would travel to today. The barista snickers …show more content…
Trying to not create too much attention, using your peripherals you glace back and forth to see if any other uncoordinated individuals had burst forth through the door. There was no one else, the figures stair intensified, the feelings of doubt filling your head. They couldn’t be looking at me, the past confidence shattered from the intensity, the desire to engage in conversation, just to take away some intensity, wouldn’t happen. That moment, the need to break away, wandering your eyes lower, you look at the ground. The never before seen or cared to see colours of the floor and that small insignificant seam between the patterns seemed so significant at this moment. That seem was you and the patterns were the individual’s stares. Those intense eyes continued to burn into your brain, even though you were no longer specifically looking at them. Wanting to look up once again, then a break, the baristas voice echoed through the Starbucks, it was your drink called on the counter. It was ready, but the figure still stood there. Looking up from the floor, the exchange of a smile, you reach over and grab your …show more content…
Your first official date, as the shivers had begun to deplete and calm, this idea and pressure put on those letters, to make up that one word, date. The chills come over you as anticipation and excitement build. The night had come and as you sit across from them. The meal is wonderful the conversation continues to roll naturally; you begin to close on the date as the evening turned too late. They take you out towards their car, parked at the back lot behind the building, its dark. Almost too dark, it’s hard to see, holding your hand they pull you close. So close you can feel their breath heavy against your neck; a soft tender kiss, pecks your neck, then another higher, another on your