Anne was working for her friend at the Vantage bookstore. Vantage was a cute, eclectic book and novelty store located on a side alley close to downtown. The store was usually empty and extremely boring, but survived because of the rare, high-ticket items it sold. It was going on the third hour of having absolutely no one come in and Anne had been playing Bessie Smith on the phonograph and dancing about the store dusting the tables and shelves with her silk hair scarf. Anne’s long, dark hair was frizzy from being pinned up, but fell down her back beautifully nonetheless. Bessie Smith was turned up loud, Anne and the blues empress were belting something or other about love when the man who had been watching in the doorway began clapping. Anne whipped around, screamed and fell into a table moleskin notebooks and handmade necklaces.
“I’m so sorry, Miss! Here let me help you up.”
“No, I’m fine really. I didn’t know anyone had come in… you weren’t watching for long were you?”
“Ha! Only since you did that twirling number and grabbed the broom to sing into. You could book a number at the Apollo.”
“Oh, I get it. You come in to taunt a poor girl’s singing abilities. Well I think we probably have a book for that, so you’ve come to the right place.”
“You’re adorable. Here, take my hand.”
I’d never let a man help me up, but hell he’s so cute and he did just catch me singing the blues, Anne thought and took the stranger’s hand to stand up. They shared a strange moment looking at each other when Anne realized she was still holding his hand.
“Ah, well.. did you want to take a look at that book or were you really here for the show?”
He chuckled and handed Anne her scarf back that she had thrown at him during the scare. “No, no.. Well maybe here for the show, but I’m in town for a wedding and I left the gift back home. Just looking for a decent gift to give the newlyweds.”
“I see, well we’ve got some real neat records in the back. You know, mood-settin’ kinda music like Ella Fitz. Or if you prefer, there’s a collector’s box of a year’s worth of Ladies’ Home Journal. Men seem to think all proper wives need those. ”
“Hm, well I haven’t got much time. Could you point me in the direction of your poetry collections and ink sets?
“Agh. A much better present, sorry I couldn’t have suggested something logical like that. All the poetry’s on the far wall, let me know if you want any suggestions.
“Would you mind just selecting something for me. I’m a doctor and I don’t tend to understand beauty in words beyond describing the body. You’re music taste was good, I trust you.”
“Ha. Glad you trust me, I’ll see what I can do.”
Anne went over and selected a large hard bound journal of Eastern poetry with a silly haiku on the cover. She also chose three matching red, white and blue covered editions of poetry collected from past presidents. She met the man back at the counter with the heavy books and a beautiful feather and ink set. He laughed and Anne struggled to lift the books onto the high counter and slammed them down due to their weight.
“Did you find the most expensive ones?
“I sure did, and I think they all match nicely.”
“They do. I especially like the combination of this weird patriotic set you got with the Eastern gibberish.
“Hey now! These great American poems are a rare gem! Know one even knows how the secretaries collected them all. And the gibberish is finely translated art. You’ll have the best gift there.”
“No doubt about that. I’m glad I came in.”
Anne smiled at him and brushed her whispy bangs out of her face, “I’m Anne.”
“Nice to meet you, Miss Anne. Stephen.”
“Pleasure.”
“This is strange, but would you be interested in being my date to the wedding? It isn’t completely respected to go to a Jewish wedding alone.”
“Not kosher to arrive alone?”
“Funny. The wedding’s at 8pm.”
“I’m afraid I’ve got to stay here until 9pm. But maybe we could get coffee before you leave.”
“I’d love that, can I phone you?”
“Certainly.” At that Anne printed the receipt and wrote her house number at the top. “Here’s my number and your total.”
“Wow! So this is how you dupe men into spending $150 dollars on books, just write your name at the time.”
“You caught me.”
Anne smiled and giggled until her cheeks turned rosie. Stephen smiled back. Then he shook his head softly at her blush and took out his check book. “$200 to pay for the personal shopping and gift wrap.” Anne took the check quickly, “I didn’t say anything about gift wrap!” She handed him a bow from under the counter and smiled a crooked pirate smile at her new suitor. “Dr. Stephen Smitten, that’s a cute name.”
“Hey now, I didn’t choose it. Thanks for the gift wrap, Miss Anne. I’ll call you tomorrow.”