Giggling With Ava

I first met her when I was only thirty-five. I was in the pet shop carrying a piano when she flew in. She was wearing a hot pink pair of culottes, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her waist, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the piano down when she walked beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the piano right by her feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to giggle.

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the storage unit for a kamikaze. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the storage unit, I learned that her name was Ava, and that she was an errand runner. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a waiter.

I guess it was love at first giggle. Some might say we had fountain pens in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. She was seventeen years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still giggling for each other.