Our First Meeting

It was a rainy Tuesday in November. I was running late for a meeting, my coffee spilling, my umbrella broken. She was standing under the awning of a bookshop, laughing at my predicament.

It turned out she was also running late. We shared a taxi, exchanged numbers, and by the end of the week, we had shared our first coffee together. Two years later, we shared our first home.

Sometimes the most beautiful stories begin on the most ordinary days. You just have to be open to the magic that hides in plain sight.