"Serendipitous," I said, "Our meeting."

Her Bulgarian eyes flashed their murky depths and replied, "What is this word?"

I repeated it. She rolled the word around with her tongue a few times before asking, "What does this word mean?"

"It means 'by chance'," was the best I could describe it.

She smiled at this and her eyes thinned and her thin lips curled and she raised a shot glass filled with golden liquid. "To serendipitous," she toasted.

I raised my own and we gazed in each others eyes as we tapped bar with glass and drank. The burn was sharp but we held our gaze an eternal tick.

The bar was closing down and the final strains of Let's Dance began again.

Her face became dreamy. "You have the saddest eyes." She indicated one with a fingertip. 

"Put on your red shoes."

And we left serendipity sleeping at the bar.