First Impressions

It was one of those lovely mornings where my alarm clock went off an hour late, and I didn't notice until after I had made breakfast. I ran out the door zipping up my jacket with a piece of bacon in my mouth. That's probably why I didn't notice my new neighbor until I collided with him.

Me: "Sorry, sorry, are you OK?"

Dave: "Yes, I'm fine. You dropped your papers."

Me: "Oh my gosh thank you late BYE!"

Somehow I managed to get to work on time, but by the time I got back to my apartment building I my feet were dragging and I was ready to pop a frozen dinner in the microwave. I walked to the front door and it opened in my face.

Dave: "Oh my gosh are you OK? I am so sorry I didn't see you there."

Me, from the ground: "I'm fine but I think I'm going to lie here for a second."

Dave: "...Are you sure you're OK?"

I got up, dusted myself off, and assured him I was, in fact, fine. Even though we were even at that point, he insisted on treating me to lunch the next day to make up for it.

We've been dating ever since.