True love happened to David in a bookshop.
And it happened on a Tuesday.
He would never understand what possessed him to enter that particular bookshop, and maybe later on, he would chalk it all up to Divine Intervention, and say that the stars had reached harmonic orbits to allow him to fall in love.
For now, he was perfectly content to remain where he was, basking in the realization that his world had just righted itself.
+ + +
David always believed in true love.
In the company of friends, he refused to broadcast this ideal because he was also quite sensitive to being teased about being a romantic.
“Girls don’t really fall for romance novel cliches anymore.” One friend of his was so quick to give out that piece of unsolicited advice the only time he’d been
stupid brave enough to mention that some people still held out for true love.
“Come on man, get real. It’s the 21st Century and nice guys STILL finish last.”
(Which was something he hadn’t really asked to hear, but David shut his mouth and nodded anyway.)
+ + +
To be quite honest, he had fallen in love with her ankles first.
She was standing on a wooden stool, rearranging the wall of shelves and he had been fixated on how slender her ankles were. When she rose up on her toes, it was graceful and a thing of beauty. As she balanced precariously on the stool to reach a higher shelf, David held his breath and watched her she shelve the last few books in her arms.
When she turned around and hopped off the stool, he felt like he’d just been sucker-punched.
Because her ratty sweater and ripped jeans be damned, he could have sworn he heard music the moment she had turned to face him.
His goddess was, by definition, quite ordinary. Her hair was pulled back in that messy sort of way that indicated that she either had not figured out how to properly tie her hair back, or that she just didn’t care. Her face was a touch too narrow, but her eyes were the kind that seemed to always have laughter in their depths even when she was being serious.
Right now, they were regarding him carefully, and only when she frowned did he remember his powers of speech.
“Um…I need help,” David said.
She smiled. “Well, that’s what I’m here for.”