Meeting Coral
He was panicking, of course. Absolutely terrified.
She was a girl, for goodness sake!
He still didn't know who she was.
He was waiting at the edge of the reef for her.
He had a name for her. She was called Coral.
He swam in circles, chasing his tail. He was still panicking.
"What if she doesn't like me?"
"What if she thinks I'm weird?"
"What if she doesn't turn up?"
To calm himself down he began thinking about her.
"Coral..." he said to himself, rolling the word around. "Coral..."
"Yes?" he heard from behind him.
She was a clownfish.