I don’t believe in love at first sight. But this guy walks in, looks at me and I’m awash with hormones. They ignite my cheeks, make me feel fluttery. I’m familiar with the biochemical processes involved. Not that it makes me immune. Because look at his eyes. Maybe you do recognise your soulmate on sight?
I adjust my coat, remove the pen from behind my ear. My smile is flirty rather than professional.
He hands over his prescription. Oh. My soulmate comes with an STD.
I fetch his meds. I’m not disappointed. I don’t believe in love at first sight.