Scribbling With June

I first met her when I was only forty-four. I was in the shoe shine booth carrying a rope when she scampered in. She was wearing a violet pair of flip-flops, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her thorax, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the rope down when she rushed beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the rope 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 flower shop for a hot buttered rum. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the flower shop, I learned that her name was June, and that she was a lecturer. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as an FBI Agent.

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