Lets make this miracle a reality

Two strangers sitting next to each other in a bus, to a common destination.Lot of things around in common,surroundings, people they see,the journey, but the intensity of emotions brimming inside and the thought process and how they perceive the world is different .Bored,"he" strikes a conversation and she, elegance personified,meekly replies,leaving him a bit awed by her outgoing behaviour contrary to her stern looks while she was reading something some time ago:

He: Do you believe in miracles??
She:Umm.. What about you?
She:I used to at a time , but i believe more in acceptance.Umm..Am really not sure.You never know.
He:Good concept.I like it.
She: Ha.Simple and sensible,acceptance in case your "so called world of miracles" doesnt turn up the way it has to be,when your dreams look more of flimsy characters of a puppet show you thought that you drove, while it wasnt you.And more so, you have to be dreaming of miracles to make them realities or learn some other truths about your life
He: Woah! You sound philosophical!
She: Is it? Hehe.People sound what they really arent in real.The outer us is always changing,adapting,turning colours from green to white,devilish and at peace in that order,but the inner us is just constant,so constant.
He: You are nailing me right on my head?You are upset,arent you?Will you mind sharing?
She: Haha.No, am perfectly fine and not upset at all.Rather,am at my best of moods.It works the other way round for me you see.Lol.I have just completed reading my favourite author.And that has made my mind and my heart start working you know.
(A smile and she blushes as she speaks of her favourite author)
He: Ohk, thats pretty cool.Show me that.May I?
She: Yes sure,Here you have , my favourite author in one of his best novels.Ohh, i cant wait.I have never been so happy since long.I am going to see him,after all.Innaugration of his latest novel,and i have got the passes luckily.Too good to be true,Isnt it?
(He turns to look away for a moment and suddenly towards her with an appreciative glance.Looks at her face for a moment too long, as he hands over the novel back to her and smiles.)
He:It seems good.Will read it if i found it.
She: Sure,You will love it.
He: Will tell you when we meet next time .Hope it happens,and soon.
(She reaches out to her tresses, her facial expression of a little discomfort ,with a realisation that hes flirting)
He senses it and turns away to look at the window.
No more conversations.They sit silently for an odd 10 minutes and finally,the bus stops with a jerk.
He raises and looks at her into the eye,and says :
"See you soon.Thanks! Your words meant a lot.Am dreaming of a miracle and will love to turn it into a reality soon".
And walks away, before she could speak,leaving her puzzled.
She too rushes in excitement and reaches the venue on time,picking up the first row seat,eager to meet the person,who she thinks understands so much she ever wanted to say, and feel.Her Favourite author, her miracle which will never turn into a reality.
And amidst loads of people,cheering and applause, he arrives, like the world which existed only in her dreams,always, whenever she used to dream.
And they exchange a smile,and he comes to her and says: "Let us make this miracle a reality!Will you"
And she blushes and smiles,lips murmuring a faint "yes",sinking in the feeling of being the happiest women present there.
Yeah,Miracles do happen and become a reality some time! Its just a question of when,where and how.