I walk into the Mom & Pap bookstore called Quill & Chill to find a book that I need for my last class before graduating. “Just this book and no others,” I whisper to myself. I scan the shelves, I find myself seeing books I want to buy and read at home.

I turn the corner only to bump into something hard and fall to the floor. A hand reaches out to help me up, I look up and see that it’s a man who looks to be the same age as me. His messy, black hair and blue eyes are a beautiful combination, he looks to be 6’0 tall. I put my hand in his and he helps me up. My hand still tingles from when he touched it. I realize that he’s standing in front of the book I need, so I reach for it only to stop when he reaches for it too. It’s the only one left in stock. I asked him if I could have it because I needed this book for a class, and he told me he needed it for a class as well. We start talking and find out that we’re going to be in the same class which is the last class we both need to graduate. We agreed to share the book during the class and for any homework assignments.

Epilogue: 65 years later

I look at my grandchildren Hannah and James sitting on the couch across from me eating their milk and cookies. I smile and my voice breaks as I whisper, “That is the story of how I met your grandfather.”