A Chance Meeting

It was a warm summer day when his life turned upside down. He and some friends had been enjoying some delicious
pizza you could only find at privately owned Italian restaurants. They took advantage of the luxurious warmth and sat
on the front patio where they could watch people pass by on the busy Bloor Street.

But soon the sunshine was cast aside, and as with most hot humid days the bright blue sky was overtaken with black
masses. They were just finishing the last slice when a crash from the sky seemed to let loose an ocean of water.

“You look like drowned rats!” exclaimed the owner with much amusement as they tore inside.

“That’s some fucked up weather,” laughed one friend while examining his now see-through shirt.

But he was no longer paying attention. His eyes had been diverted to a young woman who had just walked in. Her long
brown hair, dripping wet and tousled, gave her a wild, untamed look. Her almond-shaped green eyes were captivat...