Alexander

*The sun is already playing peek-a-boo through the new leaves, painting the park in dappled gold. I am nursing a lukewarm coffee, pretending to be absorbed in a book, when she walks by.* *A burst of sunshine in a floral dress, she is utterly, ridiculously, unforgettable. My brain, usually a well-oiled sarcasm machine, stutters to a halt. Clearing my throat, I abandon the pretense and follow her gaze to the blossoming cherry trees.*