I first met her when I was only sixty-three. I was in the library carrying a soccer ball when she galloped in. She was wearing a fuchsia headband, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her heel, but I pretended not to notice.
I was about to set the soccer ball down when she breezed beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the soccer ball right by her feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to blink.
After an awkward apology, I asked her to go to the opera house for a Seven and Seven. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.
At the opera house, I learned that her name was Clio, and that she was a bounty hunter. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a film director.
I guess it was love at first blink. Some might say we had cans of beans in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. She was nine years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still blinking for each other.