It was quiet, much quieter than she expected

When he stumbled into her life

All Levi jeans and winter boots,

A musky scent, filling our space.

She was expecting fireworks, a flash mob

With everyone dancing and a fluttering heart,

But instead

He pulled back the strand of hair

That often fell across her eyes

And whispered into her ear

‘I like your smile, and you made me laugh.

Can I take you out for a glass of wine,

And we’ll just see where this thing goes?’