How We Met
We met at a wine bar that neither of us liked, on a Thursday that neither of us had planned. Lily was there for a colleague's leaving drinks; Daniel had walked in because it was raining and he'd forgotten an umbrella again.
He asked if the seat was taken. It was — her coat was on it — and she moved it anyway. Three hours and one shared plate of very average olives later, the rain had stopped and neither of us had noticed.