Kneader’s Café was a happy bustling little shop. Tom, always the perfect gentleman, escorted
Kelsey to her seat and held her chair for her.
To add to his perfection, he even managed to make the normally awkward
social nicety smooth. The waitress
brought them their menus and they sat in comfortable silence while deciding what
to order. The waitress took their order and eventually brought their food. Tom
was all politeness and formality – the lunch was very unawkward despite the
strange circumstances. The only
disconcerting part was everyone’s constant stares. Understandable, she supposed. He was, after all, gorgeous! The conversation was light and focused mostly
on stereotypical topics –the weather, the developing bump on Kelsey’s forehead,
and other such inconsequential topics. After their luncheon, Tom paid for their
meal and left a generous tip for their waitress. Taking Kelsey’s arm, he again made sure of
her welfare and then excused himself, their hands trailing along as they parted. However, Tom sincerely said “hopefully we
will meet again soon, Kelsey.” The sound
of her name on his lips sent shivers down her spine. Kelsey then walked to work
(significantly late) alone, but hopeful.
This fantasy could possibly turn out to be a dream come true.
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