First Thoughts

            She’s kind of pretty, he thought, but I wouldn’t really want to meet her. She doesn’t seem like a girl that would like me.

I don’t know that he’s someone I would meet or talk to, she thought. He seems too prideful. They merely passed on their way, almost forgetting the glance.

 

Ten years later…

 

They sat on a swing in the moonlight, her feet lightly skimming the ground. “I’ve always thought you were pretty,” he whispered. “From the first day we met.”

She laughed ashamedly. “My first thoughts were sadly inaccurate. You’ve made me feel like Elizabeth Bennet.”

He hopped of the swing, leaning into a graceful bow. “I’m glad to be your Mr. Darcy.” He cocked his head in thought as he stood up. “Did I really seem prideful?”

She smiled. “Mr. Darcy, you are anything but.”