He brought a bottle of San Pellagrino for an object lesson on frictional force. After all the object lessons were over, he told her where to get the best Philly Cheese steak in the city. But he'll see her long before she goes to Philly.
Last night after the snow stopped falling, we convened at the round table. After a few moments discussion, it was unanimous: despite the snow and cold, we were going out. A quick secret mission. Just down and back. No one would even notice we'd gone.
Then this morning, in a twist of fate and destiny, (and perhaps some unknown external force) their paths crossed. 7:55 a.m. and there he was in his rolled jeans and great shoes. (He has really great shoes.) He opened the door for her and she walked right through.
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this makes me believe in love again. serendipity!
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