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Brad is a firm believer in divine intervention. He believes that God had a plan for everything and that, perhaps, His plan for Brad was slightly bigger than others. As one of the star players for the number one college football team in the nation, he acknowledged that he was more than blessed. He helped lead their team to the top with his best friend and he gave most of the credit to God. He wasn't religious by any means, but he was supersticious. He liked to believe it was God who made him, for once, negligent in his walk back to his apartment when he was usually very observant.
He had turned to speak to a friend for a few seconds on the street when, as he was turning back around, a small, soft body ran square into his chest. He hears a startled squeek and the thump of a bag being dropped. Immediately, the person drops down to pick up the contents that spilled from the bag and Brad crouches down to help them.
"I'm so sorry," a soft voice floats to him. He looks up straight into the dark brown eyes of his victim. Soul deep, he thinks, her eyes are soul deep. She has full, pink lips and her cheeks are flushed. She is beautiful and he has to mentally shake his head to rid the poetic thoughts floating through it. He never thought in terms of eyes and souls, but he likes to think, maybe, she could change that.
"It's my fault," he says and stands up with some papers. She looks up at him gratefully and he can't help but notice exactly where her head is - inches from his crotch and he shifts a little. People are passing around them, but he doesn't notice.
"Thank you," she says when he hands her the papers. Her shy smile blinds him and he talks without thinking.
"My name's Brad," he blurts out. She gives him a curious look, but takes the hand he had stretched out for her.
"Alice," she replies. They stare at each other awkwardly for a moment before she realizes her papers are still in her arms. She stuffs them quickly into her bag and smiles at him again. "Thanks again for helping. Sorry for running into you."
"It's my fault," he says. He wants to stop her when she turns to leave, but he lets her go. If they were meant to be, he reasons, God will send her his way again.