The first time I saw Mary was on Christmas Eve. We both waited for the train on the southbound subway platform. Her arms were laden with packages.
Although I tried not to stare, I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t believe in love at first sight. At least not until that very moment.
She suddenly glanced over at me and smiled. “Hello,” she said, laughter in her voice.
Her voice rendered me speechless. But not for long.
“Hello. Do you need help?” I asked.
Years later I still help Mary with her packages, although it doesn’t have to be Christmas Eve.