Fleeting Moments.

I met some guy today, fleetingly.
He was at the theory test centre, and so was I, and he asked if I would like to go in front of him in the queue for our results, and I got all flustered couldn't look him in the eye properly and said "No, no, it's fine." 
He got his stuff out of the locker and so did I and then he disappeared out the door. Seconds later, I was handed my results and left too.
Walking down the hallway, he turned and looked at me. "Did you pass?" he asked. 
"Uh, I'm not sure, I haven't looked," I said, opening my sheet. "Nope, I failed!"
"Ah, I failed last time," he said. 
We were chattering about the theory test and I blindly followed him into the lift, when normally I would have taken the stairs, as I'm slightly claustrophobic. We laughed about how confusing the results sheets were, and when we reached the ground floor, we ambled out of the lift and he said "See you," and left. And then he was gone, just like that.
Mum picked me up a few minutes later, and we got stuck in a queue for a couple of minutes, and I phoned my friend Sarah. When I looked out of the car window, I saw him, in his mum's car, parked on the side of the road, facing my way. I looked at him and smiled and he saw me but then we drove off.


It got me thinking about how many people we meet for a second, or a few minutes; people who, if we could have gotten to know better, could have been close friends, or partners. 


It's a shame I didn't just take a risk and ask for his number, or even his name, because now I will never see him again.