And ran right into Matt Hunter. She didn't recognize the tall, geeky boy who'd had a crush on her freshman year but she could read the name tag on his chest that she'd run right into. In a quick flash Brandi remembered he'd asked her out that first month of school before she and Greg had become an item. He was the one and only other boy to ever ask her out. They hadn't gone on the date. Her parents wouldn't let her date anyone until she was 16. That rule had lasted all of six months. Her parents gave up when she became such a brat around the house that they had given it to get some peace. It was just in time for the Sadie Hawkins dance and she'd surprised Greg by asking him to the dance. That was the beginning of the end. Brandi had wondered throughout the years how things might have turned out differently if she had waited to date until she was sixteen but she didn't spend much time dwelling on it. There wasn't anything she could do about it now but seeing Matt brought it all back, especially because he looked so darn good looking.
All of sudden she realized she was staring up into a smiling Matt's face that looked like he was waiting for an answer from her. He must have said something but she had no idea how to respond. She decided to fake her way through and start with an apology.
"I'm so sorry Matt. I must not have been looking where I was going," said Brandi.
"Nonsense, as I said before, it was my fault. I should have been more careful around the doors. It's Brandi right?" asked Matt.
"Yes, yes that's me," said Brandi, not knowing what else to say.
"Well, you need to get your nametag. Not that you really need it since you still look like you did when we were in school. That's how I knew it was you. The nametags are over in the corner. Do you want me to show you where they are?" asked Matt.
"Yes, that would be nice," said Brandi and she realized how nice it would be to arrive at the check-in table with someone by her side and it didn't hurt that he was so good looking. Then it dawned on Brandi he must be here with someone, probably his wife. "Unless you need to get back to your wife or date."
"No, no I came on my own. I never married and I couldn't fathom putting a date through a twenty year high school reunion. I could barely make myself come," admitted Matt.
"That makes two of us," said Brandi.
"You're here alone? No Greg?" asked Matt.
"Greg, maybe he's here but he's not with me. We've been divorced for over 5 years due to a waitress named Debbie and she was all that that name implies. It's a long, not-so-happy story," said Brandi.
"I'm sorry to hear that but I'm glad you came tonight. Maybe we can hang out together and help shield each other from high school friends who are twenty years older. You can beat off all my old chess club buddies and I'll run off all the old football buddies of Greg who want to just chat for a minute," said Matt.
Brandi couldn't think of any reason not to do it. Matt was good looking, kind (he didn't yell at her when she ran smack dab into him), his offer left her with a date of sorts, and as she thought again, he was good looking, which she kept remembering every time she looked into those hazel eyes of his.
"Sure, that sounds like fun," said Brandi. "Now where's that check-in table?"