I just stood there and stared at the stranger like an idiot. And I couldn’t help it. The man, too, was looking at me with interest.
What a handsome man! I was already dreaming of a white dress, a veil, pigeons, and a sea of flowers at our wedding. And curly angel twins. Exactly two. Kids need to be born often and in batches for a man like this.
— Liz! — my friends caught up with me and tugged my sleeve. — Liz!
— Oh, girls… — I could only manage, unable to take my eyes off him and somehow coming up for air from those blue eyes. — It’s him!
— Who “him”? — Anne didn’t understand.
— The one I want to have children with, — I exhaled, and then smiled dumbly, drooling with anticipation at the whole process…