"I don't even know you but I know for sure that I could get to know you if you let me know..."
-nevershoutnever
But we didn't dance forever because while I was spinning, I knocked against the center of a cracker box display. As my body crashed to the floor along side several cardboard containers, I suddenly remembered that magical fairy tale moments don't actually happen in my oh-so-typically-tragic life.
I watched from the ground as the exotic girl's hands flew to the mouth, "Are you okay? Oh my gosh..."
No, I'm not okay. I'm playing the role of an ugly, clumsy character in a show you so perfectly put together. I even fucked this up. "Yeah, I'm fine," I answered despite the overly dramatic thoughts spelling out in my head.
I brushed my clothes off after she helped me up and we stood next to each other, staring down at the mess. I should've been thinking about cleaning it up but I was mostly thinking about the fact that she smelled vaguely of straw berries. Just enough to make me smile at the slight sweetness of it.
"So, can I laugh now or...?" She finally spoke.
I grinned, "Sure."
She stared at the boxes a little more and then let out a short giggle. More and more followed until she was a laughing mess as she bent down to start gathering them. I joined her- in the picking up and the fit of contagious cackles.
There were only about seven packages that had fallen but we picked them up individually. After she had calmed down, she laid the last box on its shelf and said, "Lennon."
"What?" I asked. She was doing something to the package, god knows what.
"Lennon. My name is Lennon Parks; and yours?"
A perfect name to go with what seemed so far to be a perfect person. My named matched me too. Unrhythmic and a bit bland, "Beverly O'Rourke."
She finally turned and faced me, leaning on the shelf. Smiling, she said, "That's really pretty."
There was an awkward silence in which I should've said thank you but there were all these nervously giddy butterflies in my stomach and I didn't think it would be an appropriate time to release a heard of them.
"Well, I'll see you around, Beverly." And with that, she started walking out of the store, leaving me nothing but a cracker box graffitied with her number.
