Retake Part 1

      "I'm fine, Hae. See? Barely a scratch. Stop fussing. I'm already late for this meeting."
"That is not a scratch. Let me take a look at it. It'll only take a few minutes. I‘ll spray some disinfectant on it, wrap it up and we’ll have a peace of mind."
“You’ll have a peace of mind,” Sadie said under her breath. She didn’t want hurt Hae’s feelings but sometimes he can be so overbearing.
As the duo argued over Sadie’s wound, Jon sat in the meeting room. It was bare, brown and basic. The fanciest thing in the room was the Build Abroad brochure in his hands, the one that Rex had given him as they waited for the lead volunteer to arrive for their meeting. Rex had hurried out of the room the moment Jon’s butt had touched his chair, muttering about how something bad always happened when she was late. Rex didn’t look worried, just annoyed. Jon assumed that this lead volunteer had a knack for creating trouble. He was about to flip the brochure open when the two voices spoke again.
“Hae, I mean it. This is an important meeting. It’s all Kayi talks about. I want to do it right. He hasn’t got much time. I haven’t got much time. I don’t want to disappoint him after what happened up in the Hills. I promised I‘d get the legal rep to be a little more, well, collaborative.”
“That little boy smiles up at you and you forget how hard it is to change anything around here. You want to know what I think? That old guy was a douchebag. You think it’d be any different for, what, the fiftieth time around?”
Sadie studied Hae’s face with amusement. He was two years her senior but conversed like a twelve-year-old. The man might be brilliant with a scalpel but Sadie was positive that his language was not what got him through med school. “It’s only our fourth meeting. Besides, they’re sending someone new this time. He’s supposed to be younger, around our age.  Maybe he’ll have a fresh perspective. He might even like some of my ideas.”  She noticed that Hae was not convinced, so she added, “I promise, I‘ll let you bandage up my arm after.”
The female voice that passed through the doorway from a distance caught Jon's attention. He had always been good with voices, especially female ones. Straining to hear better, he looked up from the black and white brochure and closed his eyes. The voice was not familiar but it was one that he had heard before. He could not quite pin a face to it. The conversation continued between Hae and the girl and their voices became louder and more distinct. Their footsteps were making their way down the hallway towards the meeting room. In sync with the rhythm of their steps, Jon's memory clicked and began to narrow down the voice, screening it to match the list of girls he had met in the past, one by one. Several faces surfaced in his mind like the ill-sequenced PowerPoint presentations he had seen so many of for the past few days. Finally a face settled in his mind like the dust on the wobbly, rusty table in front of him: little specks of light and dark dots forming a blurry contour.
Jon scarcely had any real memory of her. All he could clearly picture was her smile - she was real pretty when she laughed - and her name: Sadie. He recalled thinking the name too old-fashioned. A long time ago, he had met Sadie through Max (Jon’s best friend) and Chloe (Max’s now ex-girlfriend) when he had re-visited his hometown after quitting his first paid job. They had hung out one night, amongst friends and friends of friends, at a soju lounge somewhere on Main Street. He thought she was cute but too reserved and awkward. The night did not amount to anything and they never saw each other again. Wrong girl, Jon concluded. She went to a boarding school for Christ’s sake. The girl barely added up to a hundred pounds. What the hell would she be doing in the middle of Ghana? Girls like Sadie blossomed in vibrant, metropolitan cities with their short, edgy haircuts and sun-blocked faces but did not stand a chance in a village like Akropong, where hot water and a roof were considered fancy luxuries.
      Yet there she was, standing right in front of him, as cute as ever. Jon immediately recognized her. The edgy, self-indulging short layers were gone, now replaced by flowing tresses of black, velvety hair that ran past her shoulders towards her waist. Her visage was deeply tanned but the darkness made her features more distinguished. She was still barely a hundred pounds (to this, Jon silently smiled) but it was a woman who now stood before him, not a girl. A remarkable-looking woman at that. Somehow, over the past six years (Jon made a quick mental calculation), she had transformed her social awkwardness into an effortless ease in manners. There was no trace of the childish energy that she had possessed before, no sign of the privileged life she had led for the first two decades or so of her life.
She remained standing by the door, having yet to notice Jon’s presence in the room, as she continued her argument with a blond Asian man whom Jon assumed was Hae. Jon gave Hae a once-over and instantly disliked the man. Hae’s feelings for Sadie were blatant as he ogled at her like a pubescent school boy, hanging onto her every word. Jon re-focused his attention on Sadie, who was dressed in a grey wifebeater and a pair of khaki green shorts and was covered mostly in grime and dirt upon closer inspection. To his surprise, Jon found the mud and paint stains quite attractive on her. He had moved on and was studying her mannerisms when Rex barged into the meeting room once more, interrupting Jon’s train of thought. Quickly, Jon looked away and stared into the brochure in front of him. He could not remember flipping open the pages but there she was, smiling at him, a 2x2 photo of Sadie in the centrefold, next to a paragraph introducing her as the lead volunteer of the project.
After sorting out some papers on the table, Rex finally spoke, “Allow me to make some introductions.”
Jon stood up and prepared to shake hands with Sadie and Hae.
“Jon!” Sadie blurted.
It was all Sadie managed to utter and she was not even sure Jon had heard her call his name. It was more of a weak whisper. Sadie froze in her spot, speechless. She was almost sure it was a hallucination until Hae leaned forward to greet the newcomer. At once, her mind flew to a hundred places and yet it was impossible to formulate a single, coherent thought.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Sadie suddenly interjected, as the men shook hands. It was an accusation, words she had instantly regretted the moment she had spoken them. One look at Jon left her defenceless and faint. In a split second, Sadie reverted to the old self that she had tried hard to break free from for the past six years: presumptuous, impulsive, rude and frequently inappropriate.
What did I just do? Six years of work, right down the drain. I am not ready for this. I’m supposed to be better than this. I have changed; this isn’t who I am.
      Crap, I have paint on my face. 
I smell terrible. 
I look terrible. 
Jon looks clean. 
Gorgeous actually. 
More handsome than before. 
And clean-shaven, which is important. And just really, damn cute. And that smile. Those lips.
Shit, am I staring? I am so staring. Look away, now! Why is he smiling? He remembers me. Does he remember that night too? Oh God, wait, he probably doesn’t remember me and I’m assuming that he did! This is so awkward! Someone say something! Why is he stepping towards me? Don’t come any closer! I can’t do this…not now…I can’t breathe…why is he here…I can’t…Don’t…you…dare…
No one saw it coming but that was how Sadie Mathis collapsed into Jon Beranger’s arms for the second time in her life.