Our first date was by chance. He was poring over books about sharks. When my co-worker asked me to cover her Saturday shift, I offered some weak excuse why I couldn't. She pouted. Feeling guilty, I caved.
I was shelving books when I saw him. I asked if I could help. He said his six year-old wanted to be a Marine biologist. He said it was another fleeting dream but his boy was his world. I paused. Before you speak, Claire, think.
“I'm sure your wife feels the same.”
“I'm not married.”
We spent the afternoon talking fish.
|WORD: Speak. Join us.|