Read a Romance!
Suds and sparks
He broke into a grin, and she felt a spark light up inside
When Julie met Cole, it was awash with possibility!
Julie noticed him as soon as she walked into the Suds and Sparkle Laundromat. Tall. Trim. Tousled dark hair. He was feeding coins into a washer and didn’t look up. Probably married, she thought with a sigh.
She was about to open her detergent bottle when she heard a shout. “Watch out!”
Julie whirled to see an empty laundry cart careening toward her. In a flash, the man reached out and stopped it before it crashed into her.
A toddler peeked from behind the cart and stared wide-eyed at Julie as a woman rushed over. “I’m so sorry— are you okay?” Julie smiled. “I’m fine.”
The woman gently led her son away, and Julie turned to the man who had saved her. “Thank you.” “Always glad to help a damsel in distress.” He grinned and extended a hand. “I’m Cole.” “Julie.” Gesturing toward the quilt she’d brought, he said, “That’s pretty.”
“My grandmother made it. It’s the double wedding ring pattern.” “Ah, a wedding gift?” “Engagement. The wedding was called off.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” he sympathized, though his face had seemed to brighten a bit.
As she carefully loaded the quilt into the large-capacity machine, she added, “I figure, I might as well use it. Who knows if I’ll ever get married?”
Did I really just say that? Julie felt heat rise to her face.
Cole just smiled. “I know what you mean. I’m single—not even a girlfriend.”
Wow, she thought. Goodlooking, friendly and available?
Cole motioned to a bench along the wall, and they sat down and fell into easy conversation.
He mentioned that he had just moved into a new house and didn’t have a washer or dryer yet, and he chuckled when she described her quilt-making grandmother, who loved reading romances. The time flew by, and all too soon, he was ready to leave. “See you next week?” he asked, hope in his eyes. She smiled. “I’ll be here.” The following Tuesday, Julie and Cole arrived within minutes of each other. He broke into a wide grin when he saw her, and she felt a spark light up inside her.
They had just started their washers when a woman rushed in, dropped off a bundle at the dry-cleaning counter and was hurrying out again when she abruptly stopped. “Hi, Julie! What are you doing here?” she asked. “Is your washer broken? I’ll send Bob over to fix it.”
Julie’s face turned pink. “Oh, hi, Aunt Linda…well… my washer is working fine, thanks.” The woman shrugged, kissed Julie’s cheek then hurried out the door.
When she’d gone, Cole raised an eyebrow. “You have your own washer?”
Julie blushed. “Yes, but it’s too small for my quilt.” He was studying her, and she felt her color deepen. “And I came back today because…well…i wanted to see you again—”
Suddenly, he laughed. “Well, my washer and dryer were delivered two days ago,” he said with a shy smile.
“Then…why are you here?” she asked.
“Because I didn’t get your phone number. And I wanted to ask you out.” His hopeful expression made her heart race, and the spark she’d felt earlier grew into a warm glow.
“I’d love to,” she smiled. Who knew? With any luck, this romance story might just turn out to be her grandmother’s favorite.