I'm married

"YOU worked in the New York Public Library?"

From my resume in her hand, the woman looked up at me.

Aurora or Rory, the owner of the bookstore, was a fifty-year-old widow. She had short chestnut hair, olive green eyes, and freckles across her face.

She still looked beautiful despite the wrinkles. She had a smile as warm as the chocolate cappuccino she ordered me earlier.

"Yeah. I'm originally from New York." I smiled and took a sip of my hot chocolate.

We were in a local coffee shop across from her bookstore.

She said she had built that bookstore five years ago in memory of her husband who was an author of children's books.

"Oh." Her mouth formed a surprised o. "How did you end up here in Pasadena?"

I gave her a small smile. "My husband's from here, Rory. He asked me to move in with him after we got married."

"Oh. I didn't realize you're already married," she said delightfully. "Forgive me, when I first saw you, I seriously thought you're still in college."

I chuckled. "Must be