You Made Me Love You by Zoomway.
Clark licked his lips as he stepped up to the doors of the post
office. He hadn't had his mom's cooking for more then three weeks and
was looking forward to the prospect tonight. While traveling, Clark
always tried to call before going home. He maintained he was calling
to ensure that he wouldn't show up when his folks had company and
part of him really believed that, but when he was brutally honest
with himself, Clark knew his mom went all out with her cooking when
she had advance notice that he was coming home for supper. So here he
was at the post office in Eilat, Israel, planning to make a phone
call that was guaranteed to give him a good home-cooked meal.
He pulled open the door and stepped inside. There were about a dozen
phones, but only one was currently being used. He ignored the dark
haired woman with her back to him and stepped up to one of the free
phones.
He had just picked up a phone when he heard the woman mutter, "What's
wrong with this stupid phone?"
Clark glanced over and saw the woman fumbling with various coins,
attempting to use one after another in an effort to place a call. He
fished in his pocket for a moment before stepping up beside her.
"I think you need these," Clark said. He held an open hand towards
the woman, revealing a half dozen or so circular tokens with holes in
the middle.
The woman pushed her hair over one shoulder, turning slightly towards
him. She studied the contents of his hand as he continued to explain.
"These are telephone tokens. Money doesn't work in these phones."
"So where do I get one of those?" the woman asked, finally looking
him in the eyes.
Clark swallowed hard. He was suddenly, inexplicably, at a loss for
words. In front of him was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.
There was something about her eyes. He couldn't seem to pull himself
away. She cocked her head to the side when he failed to answer,
studying him. He suddenly realized he was staring and felt a blush
begin creeping up his neck. Fortunately, most of it was hidden behind
the soft beard that covered his face. He quickly diverted his eyes,
and cleared his throat. Now that he was no longer looking at her, he
found that speech came back to him - albeit, only marginally.
