ONCE their eyes met, all of his insecurities clashed with the inevitability of the moment. There they stood in isolated silence;  TWO hearts beating to the synchronized rhythm of destiny’s drum. With TRES, Leche cake in hand, he gestured for her company. FOUR hours into the reception, he’d mustered enough courage to initiate conversation. She was only 5’6, but what she lacked in height, she compensated in beauty. AFTER SEVEN played softy throughout the reception hall as families gathered at round tables and ATE from overpriced plates. NINE small steps brought them closer together. He admired her breathlessly; she was a DIME.