Simply put, this is about how two short stories of love slowly become one.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you like that.”
“Is that how you meet all of the girls?”
“Ha, no… I run them all over with my car.”
“Well that’s a way to get their attention, isn’t it?”
“It would be if I had a car…”
This girl is smart, I like her! She’s beautiful, has a quick tongue, I like her!
“Funny… oh, I forgot to introduce myself… I’m Jane.”
“Wesley… I’m Wesley. My friends call me Wes. You can call me… ‘Idiot who clearly doesn’t know how to walk’.”
Why do I say stupid things like that? Do I have stupid phrases written across my forehead?
“I think I’ll stick with Wes.”