The first time Dana Harper saw Dion Hatch, love of her young life, he was unloading groceries onto the conveyor belt in her check-out line. She was overwhelmed by his long eyelashes and round biceps. As she ran packages of sandwich meats and breakfast bars across the scanner, she smiled at him and told him they were her favorite kind, too. When that failed to net his attention, she commented on his personal check. How they had the same initials, wasn't that funny? He didn't think so. He wasn't rude, just dismissive. Busy. He didn't really notice her.
She memorized his address and made up excuses to drive her old Volkswagen down his street. Later, when she grew bold, she rode her bike past Dion's house. Once, he saw her. He was out watering his lawn. Dana waved. He nodded and went back to his business.
Another time, she parked a block away from his house, then followed him to a bar. She sat on a stool across the room, but eventually made her way to Dion's table, introducing herself as 'Dana, from Johnson's Grocery'. He recognized her, she could tell, but he pretended not to. He was making her work for it.
After two more planned encounters, Dion finally told her to knock it if, he wasn't interested. The words felt like acid thrown in her face. As she walked away, humiliated, Dana knew he
would be interested, if he just had time to get to know her...
( The Spell )