The beautiful woman sat in the corner of the room, anticipating the questions from the semi-secluded stranger who stood before her.
“Do you believe in love at first sight, madam?” came the dreaded attack. It was loaded with powerful words. Belief. Truth. Love. In the simple act of this overt flirting, the stranger had already thrown away the comforts of subtlety. He was inviting the raw truth to him, so he would have it unfiltered.
For a moment, the lady gathered her arms and her words around herself.
“…I don’t know if I believe in love at first sight,” said the plainitive honesty.
Indecision was perhaps worse than a decline. But pushing any further would have been indelicate and the stranger, already ashamed that he had crossed one boundary, hesitated before breaching another. Perhaps deflecting through ignorance was merely to spare the horrors of an outright anticipatory rejection.
“I believe in attraction at first sight,” continued the lady, oblivious to the several branching outcomes that had played on in the stranger’s head.
“I believe in infatuation at first sight sight,” she mused, stumbling through the words, drawing them out through the nostalgia in her voice and re-populating with the hint of forgotten memories.
“I definitely do believe in bad decisions at first sight but I still don’t believe in love at first sight.” she smiled brightly, knowing that this could have been a generic observation.
The stranger chuckled as he knew that he was being led on by his own curiosity and the flow of the conversation. “Why?”
“…Because I was taught, given, conditioned to feel that the true real, glorious and worthy feeling called love….”
The stranger shuddered as he felt the words power through him.
“…love is mutual, no?”
It was now the stranger’s turn to discover that he did not know the answer.