The Day We Met

I reached down to grip an apple from the colorful stand it sat upon. My hand, grazed by an individual, with, when I glanced up, met my perfect blue eyes. He grinned as he looked down at the apple we both held.

"So...you like good apples", he stated with a velvety voice that protruded from his mouth hole. I chuckled and blushed.

"Yes, I do like good apples, what's your name?" I spoke with a shaky voice, groin quivering.

"Actually...I prefer bad apples. I'm Adam. " He replied with the whitest smile I had ever seen. And that was the moment I knew, love still existed at the grocery store. And within that beautiful moment, people could still jot down our story as a gooshy and grotesque love story that wins a competition.