Already Spoken For

I fell in love twice today. Once with an old restored portable Smith and Corona black typewriter in a store that specialized in gorgeous paper and arcane writing implements, and once with this wonderful animal, observed only from afar. We were indoors having coffee, and the dog and his human partner were sitting out there having a conversation in the late afternoon light. She had her arm around him like an old friend and they looked into each others' eyes as she spoke; it was a very involved conversation. He would occasionally look away, taking in the street life, but always returned his attention to the woman, seemingly nodding and sympathizing with her story. I didn't stand a chance. But the typewriter is another story. I can still hear the clack of its keys, in a message meant only for me.