I've made it through two thirds of the busiest shopping weekend of the year and I haven't killed anyone yet. I could go into a rant about how people have no respect, are pigs and are very rude but instead I'll talk about Brian.

Today, I saw him in the mall. The first time, I saw him walk by my store, I took a double take. I recogonized him but I didn't know from where. Then his name, Brian popped into my head.

Brian, was a guy I worked with briefly when I first moved to Chicago. I only worked with Brian for a couple of months and we really only had a professional relationship. He was a little quiet around me but I could tell he was one of the nice guys. At the time I was still dating the ex and still into jerks. It never really crossed my mind to be interested in him. Now, looking back he looks like an idea candidate.

When I was going to get food on my break, I walked past him. I was too nervous to say anything, which is really stupid because I'll probally never see him again. But if he was interested wouldn't he have said something. Anyways, I wouldn't know what to say to him. We did catch each others eye for a second before the crowds pushed us away.