Tea For Two One day back in February, I wanted something to read, so I went to a nearby book store. There was a woman working there that I saw when I walked in. Beautiful dark hair, a smile so full it must have contained everything. Me, I was dressed poorly. Clothes I'd pulled out of the laundry, unshowered, my favourite sweat-stained cap. I walked around that store for a while trying to find the right book, hoping to time it so that she would be working at the register when I went to pay. I wanted to ask her for tea, for coffee, for anything. Instead, I paid her and left. I planned to return there another time when I was more presentable.

She was not there the next time I returned. But now, several months later and through completely unrelated circumstances, we've had tea. And as fate would have it, it was her that asked me.  ¶ 5:51 PM