That night Elijah showered and got ready for bed as usual, unable to not go over the night in his head. “If you are in need of further direction, just try and bump into me…” he mimicked himself while he brushed his teeth. “Really? That is what you say to a woman who is attractive and obviously out of your league and that is how you wow them for the last time? Try and bump into me….way to go Elijah….”<br/><br/>A spit and rinse later and he was off to bed for the night. “Try and bump into me…” he mumbled a final time before he focused on the sleep he needed for work the following day.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Beep! Beep! Beep!</span><br/><br/>A grumble, an arm tossed to the side as he practically slammed his arm down on the side table in an effort to silence his alarm. When he was finally successful, he rolled onto his back and stared up at his ceiling.<br/><br/>“Try and bump into me…” he shook his head and pushed up out of bed. This was something that would likely haunt him all day, as he truly did not expect to see her again. A chance he obviously ruined, one that he never thought he would get again. With how much he worked and all of the time he spent volunteering, not to mention his lack of social graces, opportunities rarely ever came up for him.<br/><br/>Despite his appearance.<br/><br/>Even with his social issues, Elijah knew he was an attractive man, at least by the normal standards. A decent diet and a regular workout routine left him with a body that most men envied and women should find appealing. At five feet, eleven inches, weighing in at 206 pounds, he was not a small guy. The whole idea to work out actually came from his grandmother, when he had spent too much time inside as a child.<br/><br/>“Why don’t you go out for a run? Get some fresh air and exercise?”<br/><br/>The running led to track, the track led to other sport like football and rugby. Which in turn led to him working out to stay in shape, it was part of his routine and it helped him to stay focus, helped him to forget at times about his mother. It was an effort to get him out more and to get him more social. Though that made him more comfortable with people in large groups, it did not really get over his own social issues when it came to one on one interaction.<br/><br/>Out in the livingroom he stopped at the doorway that lead to the kitchen, his arms raised to take hold of the pull up bar he had placed there. Three sets of thirty later and he was back in the shower so that he could get ready for work<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e-NYPlAPZi0/UjdKJE84nkI/AAAAAAAAEs8/wr77P_AavSQ/s1600/Steve-Moriarty_by-Pat-Lee_10.jpg">Amber colored eyes</a>greeted him as the condensation was wiped from the mirror’s surface, “Bump into me…’ he said again with a shake of his head before he set to work on trimming his facial hair and style his hair to some degree.<br/><br/>Dressed and with his bag on across his shoulder he headed out to work, a short walk to the bus stop and it was another day at the office for him where the zeroes and ones made the most sense.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Bump into me…</span>