The second he saw her, he knew she was The One.
"Oh!" they said as they walked into each other, spilling her groceries onto the street.
"I'm so sorry," he said, kneeling down to help pick up the spilled food.
"No, it's all right—" They knocked into each other again, shared a look in awkwardness, and then laughed at how ridiculous they were being.
"Oh, watch out!" she said, pulling him out of the street.
"Thank you," he said. He realized something, stood up, and stuck his hand out. "Maes Hughes!"
"Oh, uh, Gracia Laurence," she said, taking his hand. He realized he was smiling like an idiot. Gracia smiled awkwardly. Hughes thought she was adorable.
"I'm sorry about your groceries..." He looked down and saw that it had mostly been stepped-on, broken, or otherwise ruined. "...Oops."
"That was my dinner..."
"Have mine! Uh, I mean... I'll buy you dinner."
"...Like a date?"
"Yes! Well, uh... if you want it to be like a date..."
"...That sounds good." She smiled again. Wow she was adorable.
"Good! So, uh..."
"...Six?"
"Sounds good!"
"See you, then." He smiled and nodded.
Five feet later, they rushed back toward each other after realizing they didn't know where to meet at six.
"...Ma Fille?" suggested Hughes.
"That's... very fancy..."
"...Too fancy?"
"...Yeah."
"...Oh."
"...There's a nice place near where I live..."
"Where do you live, then? I'll go meet you and we can find somewhere."
"Seventh and Race."
"Good. I'll go pick you up... I could walk you home."
"Save it for the date, Maes."
They smiled and walked away.
"Roy?"
"Maes, I have work to do."
"So do I!"
"Then do it."
"I think I'm in love."
"Again?"
"Hey! That was just... I just... she was hot!"
"Let me work now, would you?"
"This time's different!"
"Yeah. Tell me when you've scheduled the wedding."
