Susanna Avila

“I think I fell in love with you this morning, dear lady.”

“You think you did? You are not sure? Perhaps we should try again. Shall we meet for an apple in the morning?”

“I had already planned to meet you for an apple tomorrow. And the next day, and the next, and the next, and every day until….”

“Every day until what?”

“Every day until you marry me?”

“That is a question I am not quite prepared to answer. Let me ask you a question.”

“Okay. Yes. I will marry you.”

“What will you have, silly boy?”

“A glass of Rioja, lovely lady.”

“Crianza? Reserva?”

“Gran Reserva. I want to celebrate that you didn’t return to wherever you came from.”

“Barcelona.”

“That’s my favorite city!”

“Oh! You know Barcelona?”

“No! But I’m going there with you.”

“Oh. I see. When will this highly anticipated excursion take place?”

“I thought Spanish women had brown eyes.”

“I am not Spanish.

“You’re not Spanish?”

“I am not Spanish. I am Catalan.”

“That explains the green eyes?”

“Perhaps. Though my sister has blue eyes.”

“Is her hair also black as a starless night?”

“Of course.”

“I feel like I’m dreaming. I don’t want to wake up.”

“Why not?”

“I have thought about you all day.”

“All day?”

“Yes…. By the way, what is your name?”

“I am Susanna. But you may call me…Susanna.”

“I love the way your eyes crinkle when you’re being silly.”

“Will you tell me your name?”

“My name is Will.”

“Will. Hmmm; I think I will call you…William. May I?”

“You must always call me William, Susanna.”

“Will I tell you something, William?”

“Yes, Susanna.”

“I knew you when you entered the room. I turned so you would not see my smile.”

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