He stood at the bar, handsome and with an undeniable confidence that was intoxicating me from across the room. I had to meet him even if I had no chance. I had to say hello or forever regret my decision.
I stood up and took my drink walking towards the bar. Soon we made eye contact. I came to within a couple of steps away and I tripped over the bottom of someone’s coat that had slid off their seat. I tripped right into his arms. I guess you could say that was the day I fell for my husband.
Written for Fandango’s Dog Days of August #1 (FDDA)