Hundreds of calls had flown between the two houses. What started off with horoscope matching, education, career and family-history gleaning, had finally culminated in this meeting of the boy and the girl.
It was a rainy day, as each came equipped with a mental folder of facts about the other – family, education, a few pictures, facebook profile, siblings and where they worked blah blah blah. Almost like a blind date, but with the burden of family expectations added to it.
Understandably, each of them was nervous. They met at a fine dining restaurant on a Sunday afternoon. Each was dressed for impact.
The initial hellos were uneasy, sudden bouts of nervousness washing over each of them.
The young man started talking about the weather…a safe topic. They dissected the weather, as the rain that lashed outside watched the young couple.
They placed their order, each agreeing readily, when the other recommended a dish.
As the food warmed their stomachs, their conversation meandered through each of their childhoods, punctuated by pauses that talked about their favourite books and hobbies, and then back again to their jobs, all the time trying to ask themselves if each could spend a lifetime with the other.
Then the topic moved to books, soon an animated discussion was on about favourite authors and all time specials…as the afternoon Sun peeped in to see the young couple talking.
By dessert they had unwound enough to laugh without being conscious of themselves. Empty tables watched them as they sipped their coffee.
The car’s drone heard them discussing their favourite music.
Twilight watched them at the beach, playfully laughing like old friends.
The stars twinkled in delight as the first text messages flew between their mobiles.
The calendar watched as days and dates were worked out.
Cinema screens watched them eating popcorn together.
Their families watched in happiness as they fell in love.