Begging With Zack

I first met him when I was only thirty-six. I was in the Starbucks carrying a hair brush when he climbed in. He was wearing a blue coonskin hat, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his kidney, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the nail salon, I learned that his name was Zack, and that he was a court jester. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a magician.

I guess it was love at first beg. Some might say we had hair brushes in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was nineteen years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still begging for each other.