100 Word Story

The book-shop was quiet that Thursday morning and he was not initially aware of the other browser until the book fell from the shelf and he turned to help. Their eyes met as he placed the book in her-they had to be-pianist’s hands.
He had never, ever looked so deeply into anyone’s eyes ever before.
As he spoke to her he was aware of her perfume, that she was standing close and that her hair had fallen down over one eye. That she was sexy, thoughtful, courageous and-thank God- read books. Was this true love? And how about a coffee?