They didn’t meet under any extra-ordinary circumstances, their friends introduced them and that was it. She found him fascinating because she’d heard of his excellent taste in music. He was intrigued by her and wanted to hear more of this beautiful voice everyone said she had. They laughed together amongst their group of friends and enjoyed all the revelry. They stole glances at each other when they thought no one else was looking.
When the group started breaking up, he took the chance to sit by her side. He devotedly poured her glasses of wine and she dutifully laughed at all his jokes. The night held them in a picture perfect frame and progressed with the free flow of compliments, wonder and wine on both sides.
Time passed and now the group was down to four people, a young couple in love and our heady romantics. As they walked ahead of their friends, they broke out in an impromptu song, surprising each other with their perfect harmony. He plucked a little flower from a wayside tree, took a dramatic bow and offered it to the lady with a starry-eyed glance. She blushed a deep shade of crimson and obligingly took the flower from him. He felt the softness of her hand as it touched his for the briefest instant while she imagined the tiniest of sparks between their fingers.
Uninhibited by the wine, he took her hand in his and they walked on in silence, our young couple keeping pace behind in a world of their own. A mile in, it was almost dawn and the sun began to show its first light. They’d reached our heroine’s doorway and it was time to say good-bye. The young couple walked on but our hero didn’t let go of his girl’s hand. They stood on her door step, not ready yet for reality, and for the smallest moments, thought about going for that perfect kiss that had been on the back of both their minds. Just then, our boy’s hand slipped and they knew spell was broken. They smiled at each other, embraced their romance away and moved on, each a little less heartbroken than before.