Treasure

I noticed her two weeks ago. She flew into my physics lab like hell itself was after her and tripped as she sat down. She's always late for classes, stammering her apologies, flustered and myopic, her glasses barely perched upon her nose. Accident-prone, she barreled through the library like Grant attacking Richmond, giggling nervously as she checked out her books. To me she is a treasure, a whirling dervish dressed in black and white, always black and white, like for her it's some peculiar religion. I asked her to the movies. She acted like I was the first who'd ever taken interest, she was flattered but she flatly and decidedly said no. She had thrown down the gauntlet, so I set out to woo her with my wit and charm, taking every opportunity to bump into her when and where I could. Finally she acquiesced, and when she slowed down enough to smile and chat and laugh and joke with me my heart was hers to keep!