Stepping Over

They all were waiting outside for me in the bar. I was giving an interview. I was the last person for the interview. That marked the end of the semester. As soon as my turn got over, I went to the restroom. I had to pee, we had a gender-neutral restroom. I saw a phone near the sink. I picked it up. Someone forgot about it there. The phone looks familiar. I have a special talent, I won't call it talent but, I can figure out the password of a person, just by looking at a person.  I thought of a person and tried to figure out what password she would keep. It got unlocked. The phone was in my hand. I tried to open photos, the world forced me to do so. It had been a long time since I'd seen her.

One thing I must admit, she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Some people said that she is not pretty at all. Well, she may not be very pretty, but she was beautiful. Who is anyone to judge what beautiful is? People have some stereotypical and messed up definitions of beauty.  Do skin color, body type, and other external factors are the only parameters on which beauty is judged?

But anyway, I didn't want to look at her photos and get hypnotized one more time. It felt wrong. Invading someone's privacy. But the real reason that I didn't open it was that I did not want to see her face again. I would have called her friends and said that her phone is with me. But I didn't have their number. I could have gone to her house to give her phone back. But I couldn't remember her address. I could have called anyone from her phone, but it would have been unethical. Her phone was there, that meant she must be nearby and I could have looked for her and gave her a phone back. But I wanted to go to the bar.  I could have given the phone to the lost and found office. But that would mean I was helping her. So I did the smart thing. I went to the restroom and put the phone back to the place it was. All had gone to the nearest bar for the party. While I was exiting the college building, I got irritated by some cacophonous cries. Apparently, someone had lost something and was crying like a baby. I rushed ASAP to the party.