This is written in the characterized voice of a friend:
The sky is so bright today. Bright and B E A Utiful!!
Oh my gosh, I have never seen that store before! I probably shouldn’t go in. It looks expensive. But, clearance on shoes in the back? Okay, maybe just for a few minutes. I have to head home soon anyways because I’m hungry and can’t afford eating out in Chicago.
These heels are only thirty dollars! I’ll just try them on.
Dang it, the 5 is too small and the 6 is too big. If only they had a 5 1/2… Oh well, I didn’t need to spend thirty dollars.
Wait. Where is my purse?
*Running out of the store*
Did I leave it at the used book store? *Goes in to check upstairs sitting area*
I am always in awe of floor to ceiling books. No wonder my old roommate loved this place so much. I wish we had come here together… My dang purse isn’t here!
*Running out of store, panic slowly amping up*
I guess, maybe it’s at the cafe? Dude, that place was so busy before, I’m going to hope nobody took it. *Goes to check table in corner of cafe*
*Dude in early to mid twenties sitting there. He wears glasses and might be a grad student. He’s cute.*
Oh, um, sorry sir, but I was just sitting here a little while ago and….
~You forgot your purse? *Takes purse out from under chair* I was going to give it to a barista, but they were so busy I thought I would hide it for you until you came to claim it. *Smiles*
Oh my gosh, thank you so so much.
~No problem, glad to help.
I wish I could do something for you in return… *Notices empty mug* Let me buy you a cup of coffee, any type you’d like *Glances uneasily at price sign* as long as it isn’t too fancy.
~The only way I’d let you buy me coffee is if you let me buy yours. *Smiles again.*
*Double smile* That could be arranged…
*Two hours later, eating 4.75 dollar burritos together* Wow, I can’t believe we found food this cheap in Chicago! This is such a great day!
~Yeah, it really is. *Reaches for her hand*
*Quadruple smiles, through the burritos*
They were married the next day. No joke.
Okay, kind of joking. The next day she was back in the shoe store, turn between purchasing a pair of heels (the kind that it’s impossible to run for your life in) to wear at the alter, or a pair of running shoes to run away from the bad decision she just made to marry a guy she met yesterday.
I’ll leave it for the reader to decide which pair she bought.