An unlikely Meeting

It was an unlikely encounter, really.
     Stella was a bubbly girl. She was one of those who entered a room with their mouths first. She was short at 5"3 in that skin tone group of neither dark nor fair. She had a pleasant face that never really crossed to being pretty, but was saved by having a smile that transformed her face from pleasant to gorgeous, enough curves to show she was female but not enough to make anyone stare. The truest compliments paid her were, "you are such a pleasant girl", "you such a friendly person" and "there is never a dull moment with you".
    After running her mouth, she just manages to make off in one piece as she never quite provokes you to anger with her jests. She was one of the "plentious" masses who get affected by the slightest increase in the price of fuel and garri. She was on her way from buying said garri, standing by the road side waiting to get a bike when Pascal's car splashed mud all over her clothes, face and worst of all, the newly acquired garri.
   Now, Pascal was a good enough chap. He didn't go about, splashing bystanders with mud, it was an accident. He carried himself with that confident negligence of a person comfortable in his own skin. He was usually calm and composed, not easily ruffled. He was tall at 6"1, dark with skin the colour of bitter chocolate, set of perfect white teeth, sculpted lips that lifts in a smile so brilliant, it takes the receiver  a moment to catch his/her bearing,(he rarely smiles though) voice that feels like a lover's caress(when he wasn't sending shivers of fear down your spine) and the most expressive eyes.
    He was one of the few who are neither affected by increase in the price of garri and fuel, nor fazed by the exchange rate. He had miscalculated the size and depth of the porthole, hence the splash. He had rushed out of his car, apologising profusely but of course, miss motor mouth was having none of that.
   "Bros, you go pay for this garri o. I'm not even bothered about my clothes and face, but you will have to pay for this garri. Do you know how much it costs? Don't even bother to beg, abi na apologise you dey understand? Just give me the money for the garri because i can't go home to say someone splashed mud on our garri o and rendered it useless". Of course, she was too busy talking to notice the perfection of the man before her, but while miss motor mouth was busy talking, Pascal was thinking, "she is exquisite" and couldn't wipe the silly smile off his face.
     Stella had tried not to be fazed by the beauty of the man before her, then he smiled and that smile took its toll on her already frazzled nerves but she still managed to stop herself from drooling, but when he said, "hey, calm down. How much is it?" she lost the battle and could only stare. She was quiet for once, drinking him in.
    "4500" she managed to get out.
     "I'm Pascal by the way".
       "Looking this good should be an offence, punishable by law, and that voice, Its lethal, no one should have it" Stella thought. Out loud, she said with a caustic smile, "Hi, Pascal, I'm the girl you just bathed with mud, but everyone else calls me Stella".
    Pascal had laughed as hard as he was laughing now, as his 5 year old son did an impersonation of mummy wearing make up, and couldn't help thinking that an unlikely encounter was the best thing that ever happened to him.
    "Bros, why you dey laugh any how for the house?" Stella asked her husband as she entered the room, and Pascal responded by laughing even harder.
   Yes miss motor mouth was still motor mouth, but her bubbly nature had pulled him in, falling in love with her had been effortless, but he never would have met her in any of his usual circles. It had taken an unlikely Meeting to bring them together.