The First Time They Met

She noticed the way he walked, a bit of a slant to his tall body, long and lean legs that strode easily.

When he looked at her and said hello, his face broke into a wide easy smile.

His eyes danced with merriment or was it hope?

Her smile came easily too, as she returned the greeting, looking up to meet his smile.

They had both come from a sweaty yoga room, each practicing for their own reasons.

They spoke in the lobby for some time, finally agreeing to meet for coffee.

How had they missed each other at mutual favorite coffee shop they both frequented?

They exchanged calling cards, his first professional CD of music; her first published article in a magazine.

Then she remembered. She had seen him months before as she ran in for coffee and hot chocolate; his music playing in the bistro.

It wasn’t time for them to meet then ~ now they were both ready.