A Proposal

"Hello."

I looked up with a smile, another potential customer hoping to change their fate or discover their past had arrived. It was a man in about his mid-thirties, with brown hair speckled with a hint of red. His thick pair of glasses framed his face and covered his golden eyes.

"Yes, how may I help you?" I requested politely.

"I'd like to book a trip," the man fidgeted nervously.

"To when? Might I suggest one of our more popular options, or would you prefer to tailor it to a specific time?"

The man nervously wrung his hands, seemingly not knowing what he wanted.

I gave a small smile. These were the kinds of customers that we were warned about, indecisive.

"If you're unsure of where you'd like to go, would it be best for you to come back later and decide?" I suggested kindly.

The man nodded and briskly walked out of the store.

Everyday since then he's entered the store anxious and confused, unknowing of when and where he's wanted to go. And everyday I send him back out and tell him to think on it.

I don't know when exactly I started falling for him, despite not knowing his name. I grew to look forward to his visits, to his hand wringings, to his lip bitings. 

Then I found out his name. His exact age. His alma mater. We talked and talked on each of those visits, and slowly we came to knew everything about each other. I wanted more from him, kisses and dates and sweet whispers of nothings. However, I knew he would never want the same. I hoped that his comings would last forever, I longed for him to just keep appearing with his little twitches and habits. 

But one day he walked in with a purpose. The shy guy I fell in love with was gone, replaced by a strongly willed man.

"Hello." He nodded to me.

"How may I help you?" I said with calm clarity despite the fluttering crazy trips of my heart. What happened to him?

"I request a trip."

"When and where would you like to go?"

He gazed into my eyes as he said it with much sincerity and conviction.

"To our wedding day."