An Unexpected Meeting

I walk past Café Manhattan. I look in the window, at their menu card and there I see her. Many thoughts go through my head, should I go over to her, or should I just leave her alone, She woke me up that night in the Greyhound Bus. All the memories of that night come back to me and all the many questions like why didn't she wake me up fill my head.I decide not to go over to her, who says she even wants to talk to me. I go up and order a cup of coffee and a piece of cake. When I go to pay, a card or two comes in front and pays for me and there she is standing right next to me. She looks like I remember her, we sit down at the table she was sitting at, I'm still a bit in chock because she recognized me. It's been a year since we sat and talked for hours in the Greyhound Bus.I sit a bit in my own world and think about whether I should ask why she didn't wake me up that night or I should just forget about it. We talk a little back and forth about what has happened since the last time. We have now sat and talked for a couple of hours when we are on our way out of the cafe, we find out we are talking to the same Greyhound Bus again, so we find a seat next to the bus.We start talking about all the things we talked about last time and all the memories that come up. And now I couldn't resist asking why she didn't wake me up that night. She says that when she had to leave, she didn't show what she wanted to say, and was afraid that I didn't want to get to know the other person, so she made a hasty decision to write me a letter.I'm naturally happy that she wants to get to know me, but sad that it took so long before we found the man again. We talk and we fall asleep when I wake up she is gone again, I look down in my bag and there is a piece of paper with her number.