Matthew hated shopping. He put it off as long as he could, then he went out and shopped till he dropped. At least, that was how he put the whole thing. Mel loved to shop and couldn’t contain herself when she did. Any day was a shopping day for her. Matthew was on one of his excursions when he accidentally bumped into Mel. They were standing in line at a cashier’s station.
“Ouch,” she said and turned to Matthew behind her.
“Oh, sorry,” Matthew came back with.
Over the years, she had said ouch and he had said sorry for what must have been hundreds of times. He always ended up bumping into others. She always ended up being bumped into. This time it was different. They saw something in each other that they had never seen in another human being.
Matthew made the first move. “I really am sorry.”
“And I really did feel an ouch.” She laughed. Mel laughed often but there was something about this laugh. It filled up her face and went all the way to her toes. Mel wasn’t sure what was going on but she liked it. She like it so much she said, “Would you like to get a cup of coffee?”
Matthew hesitated. He had so much shopping to do. He had put it off for a long time.
“With me, I mean,” Mel added.
Her “with me I mean” made up his mind. “Yes, I’d like that.”
They paid for their items, then went over to the nearby food court. Saw a Starbucks. Ordered. Then found a table.
Matthew wasn’t sure where to begin.
“Why don’t you begin at the beginning,” she answered his unspoken query.
He took a sip of his coffee. It was hot. Burned his tongue a bit. “I’m Matthew.”
“And I’m Mel.”
It was a beginning. What next? Where were they going to go to now? They both looked at the other and neither could come up with a thing to say.
Matthew studied her face. She had a nice face. Not beautiful. The word “comely” came to him. Hazel eyes, a middle-sized nose, small mouth that became large when she laughed. Auburn hair that fell pleasingly onto her shoulder. And she smelled like cherries. Matthew loved cherries. How they smelled. How they felt in your mouth. How they tasted.
Matthew did not have the best of faces. It looked like it had some wear and tear. Mel concluded that came with experience. He was starting to lose his hair. In a few years, he would be bald like her dad.
As they sat there, they weren’t able to come up with small talk. Mel could small talk her friends to death. Especially about shopping. But not here with Matthew. Matthew had never been much for small talk. It just wasn’t in him.
After fifteen minutes, Matthew asked, “Would you like to go to dinner? With me, that is?”
Mel wasn’t sure why she answered the way she did but she gave him a yes.
Neither moved from where they were. Something kept them there. It was like they had known each other for a very long time. In a previous life perhaps.
Then Matthew said, “You know I hate shopping.”
“I love shopping.”
Matthew’s face showed that he had an idea. “Would you help me with my shopping?” the words stumbled out.
Mel reached over and squeezed his hand. “I would love to go shopping with you.”
Matthew and Mel then left the table, holding hands.
From another table, two men watched the whole episode with Matthew and Mel. The taller of the two said, “Finally we’ve gotten them together. Contact Command and let them know we’ve accomplished our mission.”
“You think they’ll be okay?”
“They have to be. Our planet depends on it.”