Sniffing With Martina

I first met her when I was only twenty-seven. I was in the novelty shop carrying a kite when she dashed in. She was wearing a brown beach towel, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her tooth, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the storage unit for a glass of grape juice. 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 Martina, and that she was a taxi driver. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as an inventor.

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