Chattering With Gabriel

I first met him when I was only fifty-five. I was in the furniture store carrying an iPod when he went in. He was wearing a metallic red T-shirt, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his skull, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the iPod down when he skipped beside me. I guess he startled me, and I clumsily dropped the iPod right by his feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to chatter.

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the antique store for a Mojito. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the antique store, I learned that his name was Gabriel, and that he was an insurance agent. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as an attorney.

I guess it was love at first chatter. Some might say we had Rubik's cubes in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was eleven years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still chattering for each other.