Getting Along With Scarlett

I first met her when I was only nineteen. I was in the supermarket carrying a bowl when she waltzed in. She was wearing a scarlet pair of cycling shorts, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her heart, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the storage unit for a Sangría. 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 Scarlett, and that she was a fireman. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a mason.

I guess it was love at first get along. Some might say we had pop bottles in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. She was five years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still getting along for each other.