American River Run-In

Hello and welcome to the 2020 Blogging from A to Z April Challenge! I’ll be writing one new meet-cute per day as part of my “Sacramento Love” theme. Read along as couples find themselves falling for folks in lucky locations across California’s capital city. In this time of social distancing, there’s no need to fear a little fictional fun, so get your romance fix here and enjoy!

Sometimes when Cupid’s arrow strikes it’s like a real arrow touching down. That’s how Annie Anderson felt at 3:47 on a Thursday afternoon, jogging along the American River Parkway with her trusty hound. One minute she was talking to herself about making good time (actually she was talking to Eddie, but Eddie was ignoring her – his ears flapping dramatically in the wind may have been responsible), the next she was flat on her back in the grass wondering what had hit her.

“Oh my god, are you all right?”

“Ow,” was all Annie could manage, trying to sit up and assess the situation.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t even see you until it was too late!” The man helping her up was dressed from head to toe in yellow Spandex, and had perched his sunglasses atop his head so she could see the concern in his brown eyes.

Eddie was licking her hand, and she patted him reflexively. “Good boy.”

“Ken Thompson. What’s his name?”

“Eddie. I’m Annie. It’s 2020, and that asshole is still President, right?” she joked.

“You aren’t concussed,” Ken concurred. “Can you stand?”

“For you, I can fly.”

He blushed. She grinned. Eddie sneezed.

Don’t miss a magical moment!

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