some unenchanted evening.

She remembered that one evening they were together.

Of course, she remembered many other evenings, too, the ones where they weren't together at all, where they could not possibly be more not together if they tried. Those evenings were before that one evening, and the reason they were so not together is because they didn't know they could even be together. After all, they hadn't met yet.

She had hoped, before that one evening, that whenever she did meet someone with whom she could be together, it would be in that some enchanted evening kind of way. You know, crowded room, stranger, some Italian guy singing loudly and romantically right in her ear maybe. She hoped that because she hadn't yet learned that movies and real life aren't the same, nor would anyone want them to be if they really knew what they were getting into. So she spent a lot of time in crowded rooms full of strangers.

Which led to that one evening they were together. She was in a crowded room, completely full of strangers. She didn't know a single soul there, especially not the single soul who took her purse. She knew immediately it had happened, but she was in a crowded room full of strangers, and there really wasn't much she could do.

And so she made her way down to the police station, not because they could actually do anything, but because it made her feel better than doing nothing at all. And the room in the police station was empty, because it was a holiday, which was why that other room had been so crowded. And it was just him, and it was the first time they decided to try being together after so long of being not together and not caring for it all that much.

They found the change to be much to their liking.