“What made you move so fast?”
I considered inventing something charming.
Instead, I told her the truth.
“I saw it falling. There wasn’t time to think about anything else.”
She nodded, looking up at the shelf again.
“I’m glad you were there.”
“So am I.”
Then she turned toward me.
“But I’m glad you asked me out more.”
I looked at her.
“The box happened,” she said. “Coffee was a choice.”
For a moment, the store seemed quieter around us.
Then somebody nearby asked whether we could move the basket.
