What Is Your Sign

Our eyes met, and I knew he was too good for me But I glanced back, and he was still looking The beach had never looked so pretty My girlfriend hissed “He is looking” As if I did not know this already Would he come over? Ask about my sign? I despised it when guys did that. It’s like they have nothing else going. I saw his shadow on the sand. Knew it was him before he opened his mouth. “What’s your sign?” he asked. From him it sounded exactly right. “Gemini,” I told him. “Yours?” “Libra,” He admitted. “Can I sit?” We were together all summer. A summer of giggles, secrets and whispers. Summer love had never felt so exactly right.