I first met her when I was only twenty. I was in the video arcade carrying a hand puppet when she hopped in. She was wearing a rose pacifier, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her fingernail, but I pretended not to notice.
I was about to set the hand puppet down when she whirled beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the hand puppet right by her feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to hum.
After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the malt shop for a glass of tomato juice. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.
At the malt shop, I learned that her name was Darcy, and that she was a costume designer. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a cop.
I guess it was love at first hum. Some might say we had paper airplanes in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. She was eighteen years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still humming for each other.