She met him at a dinner dance. Both invited by parents who were friends.
“If he looks at you with sparkling eyes, he’s the one,” a girlfriend advised.
She couldn’t tell; his eyeglasses glared.
PhD thesis was his focus, he said. He’d phone her, he said. Took her number.
Weeks sped by. No call. Doorbell rang. She answered.
“Something to cheer up your studying,” he blushed, presenting a bouquet of daffodils.
“Would you like to see a movie when your exams are over?”
Eyes sparkled.