Typing With Sierra

I first met her when I was only fifty-six. I was in the cigar store carrying a bottle of perfume when she slunk in. She was wearing a jet black black armband, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her funny bone, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the bookstore for an old fashioned. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the bookstore, I learned that her name was Sierra, and that she was a percussionist. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a ship's officer.

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