He was a tall, lanky man with a hint of a paunch. She was mousy haired and laughed at his jokes. They seemed ordinary at first glance but you could tell there was a story there. They had just finished visiting the Tech Museum. On a Monday evening. They entered the bakery with anticipation. Her eyes glowed at the sight of the decadent pastries arranged in a manner that would make the most diet conscious person lust after them.
“Do you want a pastry”, she asked.
“Only if you want one.”
I am such a lucky girl, she thought to herself. He looked at her crinkled nose and loved the way it turned up when she laughed. How did I manage to get a girl like this, he wondered. Fifteen years, and I still love her the way I did when we first met.
They each selected a pastry. She chose a pink strawberry flavored one. He ordered his favorite – vanilla sponge and they ate on the patio, basking in the warmth of the glorious summer sun.