When Terry arrived home after making her delivery, she sat at her kitchen table and played a couple games of Solitaire. She wasn't horribly nervous yet, but every so often she would feel her stomach flutter.
Finally the time came for her to get ready. She showered and got dressed. She wore her "little black dress" and twisted her hair into a loose topknot and held it in place with hairpins that had a shiny black bead at the bend. She put on her strappy black sandals and then the reality hit her. I'm going out on a lunch date with a rock star. Her heart pounded so hard she could hardly breathe.
She tried to time her trip so that she arrived at two o'clock. She pulled up to the valet parking and half-expected a sneer from the guy who took her keys. But he smiled kindly at her and took the keys to her ten year old van. She made her way to the restaurant.
The maitre'd greeted her.
"I'm supposed to meet Gene Grey here," she said.
"Your name?"
"Terry Stone."
He looked down at his list and then smiled at her. "Right this way, Ms. Stone. I just received a call from Mr. Grey. He wanted you to know he'll be about twenty minutes late."
"Thank you," Terry said as he led her to a seat in a curtained alcove. Terry tried to take a calming breath.
"Would you like anything to drink?"
"Iced tea, please." she answered as she sat down.
The curtain was a crimson crushed velvet and the chairs were covered with the same material. The crimson and cream tablecloths matched the napkins which were placed under the silverware rather than around it.
When they brought her tea, it was in a goblet with a thin slice of lemon and a mint leaf on top. Everything about this place was elegant and gorgeous.
She had taken a couple sips of her tea when she heard a loud woman's voice chatting cheerily as it came closer.
"It's OK Gino. I'll just wait at his table. He'll be so surprised to see me... Who are you?" The woman addressed Terry as she stepped around the curtain.
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