Instant magic, how rare that is these days, or any day for that matter.
While I waited to actually met her in person, my concerns were merely limited to her having worked in the same public service job for 24 years. What would that do to anyone’s thinking. She arrived at the coffee shop perfectly at her appointed time. Even two minutes early, and I was impressed.
We sat facing each other. She wore a black skirt down to her knees which tended to slide up as she talked, and when I was not looking, she would quickly pull it back down. She had black stockings and high black leather boots, with a moderate heal. She wore middle size round silver coloured disc ear rings. She had shortish hair, but when she smiled, which was often, the whole place lit up.
Our eyes meet and stayed there. Very unusual. Though unspoken, our hearts recognised each other at once. We talked about serious things while our hearts were happy. We both knew there were two conversations happening at once, the formal spoken one we could not think of how to stop, and the other silly silent conversation that was laughing loudly inside. Continue reading
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