He walked over and said, “They're going to treat you for smoke inhalation, miss.”
She kept smiling at the man as the paramedics loaded her into the ambulance. They closed the doors and she shut her eyes as they drove her to the hospital. She thought of the handsome firefighter. I'll probably never see him again.
* * *
A week later, she was settling into her new apartment. Her job had come through for her, offering to pay for an apartment near the office until her situation was more stable. She was busy unpacking the few boxes of her belongings that had survived the fire when the doorbell rang. Surprised to have visitors, she went to the door.
A handsome man stood there. “Hello,” he said.
“Hi,” she replied. The man seemed to be waiting for something, but she didn't know what. “Do I know you?” she asked.
The man frowned. “You don't remember me? From the other night?”
Nancy looked at his face and thought. “The other night... you don't mean the fire?” She gasped. “Are you the man who pulled me out of my house?”
The man nodded and smiled. Nancy threw her arms around him. “Thank you so much! You know, I thought I'd never see you again!”
The man chuckled. “Well, I just thought I'd check up on you. You know, to see how you were doing... I got your address from the hospital. I would've called, but... Well, you're such a pretty lady. And I didn't know if I'd ever get to see you again.”