Their meeting had a strange déjà vu quality to it. It wasn’t like meeting someone new, but more like finding someone she had lost. Someone who had always been near, circling her, just not in human form until today. She didn’t know why, but as she licked cream cheese from her fingers, she knew in some subconscious way she had been waiting for him, and it was shocking and comforting all at once. She sat peacefully by his side, eating their stolen bounty, watching the life along the canal banks, and she heard her soul whisper to her, “He is the one.”
