One day

He glanced at himself in the mirror behind the counter, and sighed.  He looked old.  The course grey hairs were growing thick and fast these days, and his face was etched with creases.  

His hands trembled slightly as he straightened his tie.  Every Wednesday he wore a jacket and tie.  Just on Wednesdays.  That was the day she came into the shop.

So far he had only managed to exchange pleasantries with the her.  Once he had tried to compliment her, but as he had attempted to get the words out her mobile phone had rung, shattering the moment and hungrily swallowing his courage with each passing note.  

He was beyond rusty at this type of thing; he hadn’t tried to woo a lady for years.  He’d been quite the catch in his day, but slowly time had eroded both his boyish good looks and confidence.  Yet there was something about this woman; something so exquisite and charming, his head was so full of thoughts of her, that he had to try again.  

Today might be different.  It probably wouldn’t be....but it might.  

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Every Wednesday Lucy walked to the shop on the corner to buy the local paper with the vacancy listings.  Surely her luck was due to change sometime soon?  

She pulled her mobile out from her bag; flat battery.  Her shoulders dropped, this wasn’t a good start.

No, she told herself, don’t think like that.  

Today might be different.  It probably wouldn’t be....but it might.