Raising An Eyebrow With Stu

I first met him when I was only forty-eight. I was in the butcher shop carrying a paperclip when he lurched in. He was wearing a green pair of flip-flops, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his dignity, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the tobacco shop for a cup of coffee. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the tobacco shop, I learned that his name was Stu, and that he was a spy. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a banker.

I guess it was love at first raise an eyebrow. Some might say we had makeup brushes in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was six years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still raising an eyebrow for each other.