Saturday was Dad and Mom’s date day, and since I had the house all to myself I decided to treat myself to a chocolate milkshake and my very favorite movie, Anne of Avonlea. I’ve seen the movie so many times that I quoted lines from the movie almost as often as my friends teased my love for it.
My favorite thing about watching the movie alone is dancing along with Anne and Gilbert, looking into the deep blue eyes of my imaginary knight in shining armor, and dreaming of the day I would share a dance with the man who would love me forever. I had never danced with a man before, even at the ripe old age of 22, and I was quite convinced that a man who would dance with me would earn my love for the rest of my life.
I was in the middle of one of my romantic waltzes when my cell phone rang my Blue Danube ring tone. I abruptly ended my dance with a crash on the couch, then paused the movie, and answered the phone with a high-pitched “Hello?”
“Hi Mary, this is Mike. I’m in town for the day, and I was wondering if you would like to grab a cup of coffee at Mama Rose’s coffee shop in a few minutes.”
“I would be glad to, Mike! See you soon!”
I hadn’t seen my friend Mike in a year or so, since he moved out of town for work, so I was glad to hear from him again. I knew, however, that Mike was one of the most unromantic guys I knew, and I found my heart slowly gliding back down to earth. My cloud hopping dreams would have to be paused until later.
Mama Rose’s coffee shop was a cozy place that smelled of romance as strongly as it smelled of coffee. Flowers graced every table, and the music that filled the room was sentimental rather than flashy. I was surprised that Mike would choose such a place to connect. I looked around the room, but didn’t see him.
I saw a young man sitting alone who looked at me with expectant eyes. Since he was obviously unoccupied, I decided to ask him if he had seen Mike come in. I wasn’t afraid of strangers, as long as they looked friendly, and I liked the looks of this fellow.
“Hello,” I said. “I’m looking for a friend of mine – have you seen a tall, sandy haired fellow walk in here alone?”
“No,” he replied, “though I just got here. Why don’t you take a seat while you are waiting?” He motioned across from him, and I sat down, a little uncomfortable, but unwilling to be rude.
“I’m waiting for my sister.” He offered with a smile. “I just came in town, and I haven’t seen her since Christmas. Oh, and my name is Mike.”
“I’m Mary. I’m waiting for a friend I haven’t seen in a year,” I returned, after taking another glance towards the door.
Mike looked around the room, and then glanced at me with an unusual crooked grin on his face. “What is the name of the friend you are waiting for?” he asked.
“Mike…” My mouth slowly dropped open as it dawned on me what he was implying.
He laughed at the look on my face. “I think I must have messed up a couple of digits when I called my sister… Since you are here, do you want some coffee?”
“That sounds good to me!” I smiled at the coincidence I found myself in, but checked myself with a laugh. I don’t believe in coincidences…
We ordered our drinks and chatted like old friends. After a couple of hours had meandered by, I figured I had better get back to the house and get some chores done that were still waiting for me, but I couldn’t leave without asking a question first.
“What is your favorite movie?” I asked.
He grinned. “You’ll probably think me way too sentimental for a guy, but I’ve always been partial to romances…”
“So have I!”
A sparkle in his eye caught my attention as he stood up to the first few notes of the Blue Danube. “May I have the pleasure of dancing with you?”
As we waltzed together I looked into Mike’s deep blue eyes and knew there was no such thing as a coincidence…
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