How we came to be

You sat across from your granddaughter in a cushy high backed chair. She and her older brother fussed over you continuously when you came to visit making sure Granny, didn't want for a thing. It brought a smile to your face to think about how sweet they were.

"Okay, are you ready to start?" She asked turning her phone on record and setting the device between you. She was practically beaming as she prepped for the interview. A small pad of paper with questions written down on it. Her eagerness made you smile. She'd always been inquisitive as a child and one of her favorite pastimes was to sit and listen to you and Seonghwa talk about your relationship. You nodded your head and the questions began.

"How did you meet?" She said looking down at the paper but the smile still evident in her voice.

You took a deep breath and chuckled a bit. The story always took you back to that day.

You grunted and pounded your fist against the vending machine. This was the final straw on an already hellish day. All you wanted was a candy bar. Just a damn candy bar. The sugary demon hung taunted you from within the machine half dangling from the coil half wrapped in it. Not to mention you'd spent your last quarter trying to get it and the mechanical beast didn't take cards.

You dropped your head against the cold transparent plastic holding you back from your snack. This day had to be one your shittiest to record. You'd dropped your phone and completely shattered your screen, spilled coffee on your white t-shirt, broken your flip flop trying to run to the check in line for your flight, a flight that you made the amateur mistake of missing. Left your Dramamine at home so you were forced to buy a ridiculously expensive bottle from the airport. You should've known it was going to be a bad day when you woke up and your bonnet laid next to you on your pillow instead of safely ensconced on your head.

"Excuse me?" You heard a male voice from the side of you.

You huffed and took a deep breath. "Yes?" You answered without an ounce of politeness and you hadn't even bothered to raise your head.

"Is the machine broken or....?" He trailed off assuming the rest of the question was understood.

You wanted to know why the stranger couldn't understand that you were doing your best at avoiding a mental breakdown and just choose one of the other vending machines. You drew your shoulders up and raised your head from the cool plastic. You turned to face the hungry jerk and were met with a hopeful smile on an unfairly handsome face.

'Of course.' You thought to yourself. He was standing there with a friendly smile and a crisp bill in his hand. His hair suit in an effortless coif on his head, thick and dark as ink. His skin was flawless and had a healthy glow to it. To top it off his white t-shirt didn't have a coffee stain on it.

All you could do was gesture to the machine and point accusingly at your still dangling candy bar. You looked a whole damn mess. The remnants of your twist out were thrown haphazardly up into a bun. Your glasses hand fingerprints on the lens from your rubbing your face in frustration. One of your shoes was being held together by a paper clip and how could you forget the giant brown sign of an accident on your once pristine shirt. That was pissing you off most of all. You could hear your sister's words ringing in your head. "Keep it cute. You never know when you might run into Bae." You should've listened because here was bae and her you were looking like you just crawled from beneath a bed.

He said nothing but stepped up and slid the bill into the machine making the same selection as you. You watched together as two bars dropped down. He dipped to pick them from the waiting plastic bin. He looked up at you holding one out to you that same small smile on his lips.