You were sitting opposite the woman of your dreams, and part of you couldn’t believe that it was real. Jenny Green, the light of your life, sitting in front of you, dressed up for you with her dark red lipstick and pinstriped black vest, talking to you.

The lady had first caught your attention when you had gone to her butcher shop to pick up an order months ago. While the two of you lived in the same town, you had vastly different professions, so that was the first time you had ever seen her face-to-face; you had heard about her beforehand, since she rented out the rooms above her shop to people looking for a place to stay, but you never needed the service.

Since your first meeting, you had been enamored by her. She was so different from you, so different from the people you knew in Port Townsend. Her monochromatic, black and white style expressed in both her makeup and fashion made the mental image of her linger in your mind for days after you first met her. Since then, you would always make sure to walk by her shop on your way to work, stealing glances of her hard at work. She was so fit, so fearless and remarkable.

You had begun to write letters to her. Using a typewriter, you would type anonymous letters addressed to her shop and forever hope that she would read them. In them, you would talk about your life, Jenny, anything you thought she would find interesting and anything you wanted her to know about you without revealing your identity.

Which brought you to today. A girl named Niko had come up to you at the library you worked at and told you that she had found out about your debilitating crush on Jenny, then suggested setting up a date for the two of you. You were hesitant — what if she didn’t like who you were? What you looked like? — but had agreed.

“...I knew right then, I had to get to know you.” You said with a smitten smile plastered on your face. “It’s just that... I’m shy.”

“Well, I am very glad you weren’t too shy today.” Jenny replied. The way she looked at you made your heart race.