Scribbling With Ying

I first met her when I was only fourteen. I was in the boutique carrying a smart phone when she barrelled in. She was wearing a tan Panama hat, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her knuckle, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the cigar store for a cup of Sanka. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the cigar store, I learned that her name was Ying, and that she was a beekeeper. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a grocer.

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