How We Met

One beautiful summer day I met a girl. The night before it had been raining, and I remember that the air smelled like daffodils. I was in the bus station, as usual, when she smiled at me from across the room, and I knew that this would be no ordinary day.

We had coffee in that little place by the lake, and discovered that we both loved old cars. I wondered what she saw in me. She told me afterward she had thought I was funny, and I was never sure whether that was a compliment. By the time the bill came, it was like we had known each other forever.