Nodding With Sophia

I first met her when I was only thirty-three. I was in the boutique carrying a water bottle when she bounded in. She was wearing a polka dotted pair of combat boots, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her larynx, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the storage unit for a cappuccino. 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 Sophia, and that she was a midwife. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a politician.

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