It was a coincidence that we happen to be at the same bookstore in New York. I never come to this part of town and the only reason I ducked into the bookstore is because it was raining and I was wearing my Everywhere sport coat, only to realize you can’t where it everywhere or at least not in any weather. I found her in the magazine section, her face behind an issue of Muscle and Fitness. She did workout and I couldn’t notice her nicely sculpted arms as she held up the magazine. It was very obvious to me that she was hiding from me.

“How could you?” I asked.

Her head remained hidden behind the magazine. She did not put it down when I repeated my hurt phrase. So I left–but didn’t leave the bookstore; I walked up the two steps to the platform to the coffee shop part of the store. I ordered a small black and sat down.

She joined me a moment later.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“Me too.”

“But not for the magazine,” she said. “But for ignoring you.”
This made me smile.