The early morning sun rays spilled through Melissa's kitchen window. As she scooped the ground coffee into the coffee maker, she smiled to herself, remembering the events of last night. Going to the new restaurant was a spur of the moment thing. She had been a fan of fate and last night's episode only solidified her beliefs. She credited herself for the clever way she gave Vincent her phone number. She replayed their conversation in her mind. She pictured his face, his strong jaw and kind eyes. It was so easy to talk to him, conversations sprouted and flourished effortlessly between them.
She looked at the clock and saw the time was 6:15 am. She was surprised she had woken up so soon for a weekend. When she retired to bed last night, her stomach had a tickling feeling that was excitement and it hadn't stopped.
Her calico cat was sunning himself on the window sill. She scratched behind his ear and sighed. "Well, Banjo, now we wait for him to call. Too bad I didn't get his number!" The cat looked at her, squinting his amber eyes and then went back to napping.
The coffee was ready and Melissa poured it into the cream prepared cup. As she stirred the coffee into a light beige, she had a jarring thought. What if he didn't call? What if he changed his mind?
She wished she could switch off the maze of questions rolling through her mind. She sank into the couch, staring at her cell phone lying on the coffee table. She watched the phone intently, willing it to ring.
Meanwhile, at this same time across town, Vincent was lying awake in his bed. His voice mail contained a frustrated co-worker's message on how could he be so insensitive by cutting the blind date short that she had so carefully arranged. Before he thought that she had sound judgement, but after seeing who she set him up with he now had his doubts. His set up date was nice enough, but not someone he would consider as a soul mate. Sure, it may seem rude right now that he stopped the date abruptly, but wouldn't it be cruel to string her along? He would talk with his co-worker when he returned from vacation, she should come around. If not, so be it--anyway, she was close to retirement.
However, the woman that was at the next table and who came over after his blind date stormed out, she was the complete package--beautiful, smart and humorous. He still couldn't believe she gave him her number! He never considered himself that attractive, but he was so glad she did! When he came home last night, he entered her phone number in his phone, in his address book and kept the original scrap of paper with her phone number on it in his wallet. He didn't want to misplace it.
Looking at his alarm clock by his bed, he realized it was much too early to call her. He decided to call her at an appropriate hour, say 9am. He turned on the television and stared blankly at the infomercial, passing the time until 9am.
At 8:59am, Melissa had already went through a myriad of emotions--from giddy anticipation (he'll call any second!!) to irrational worry (what if he hates cats?!). To work out her nervous energy, she rose to her feet, about to head to the kitchen to refill her coffee cup.
Then her cell phone rang.
She stood frozen, watching her phone vibrate slightly on the coffee table. She literally thought her heart stood still, just like she had heard in every love song growing up.
Quickly, she scooped up the phone and answered it, as calmly and sweetly as she could. She was amazed even with all of the oxygen leaving her brain, she could utter a Hello.
"Good morning, Melissa I hope I'm not disturbing you." Vincent greeted. She couldn't believe how considerate he was, she almost swooned!
"Not at all! How are you?" she asked, hoping her beaming smile could be heard. Excitement coursed through her limbs and she walked to the kitchen to obtain a refill of her coffee.
"I'm good, how are you?"
"Very well," she breathed, pouring a steady stream of piping hot liquid into her sitting cup.
"I was wondering if you would like to go out for coffee this morning?" Vincent hoped his voice wouldn't betray his nervousness.
Melissa stopped the coffee cup before it reached her lips.
"That would great!" she agreed enthusiastically, tossing the contents into the sink. Banjo squealed in protest and scurried away from the window perch.
"Was that a cat?" he asked.
"Yes," she quietly answered, biting her bottom lip.
"My motto has always been no home is complete without a cat."
Then and there, she made up her mind--she had found the perfect man.
She looked at the clock and saw the time was 6:15 am. She was surprised she had woken up so soon for a weekend. When she retired to bed last night, her stomach had a tickling feeling that was excitement and it hadn't stopped.
Her calico cat was sunning himself on the window sill. She scratched behind his ear and sighed. "Well, Banjo, now we wait for him to call. Too bad I didn't get his number!" The cat looked at her, squinting his amber eyes and then went back to napping.
The coffee was ready and Melissa poured it into the cream prepared cup. As she stirred the coffee into a light beige, she had a jarring thought. What if he didn't call? What if he changed his mind?
She wished she could switch off the maze of questions rolling through her mind. She sank into the couch, staring at her cell phone lying on the coffee table. She watched the phone intently, willing it to ring.
Meanwhile, at this same time across town, Vincent was lying awake in his bed. His voice mail contained a frustrated co-worker's message on how could he be so insensitive by cutting the blind date short that she had so carefully arranged. Before he thought that she had sound judgement, but after seeing who she set him up with he now had his doubts. His set up date was nice enough, but not someone he would consider as a soul mate. Sure, it may seem rude right now that he stopped the date abruptly, but wouldn't it be cruel to string her along? He would talk with his co-worker when he returned from vacation, she should come around. If not, so be it--anyway, she was close to retirement.
However, the woman that was at the next table and who came over after his blind date stormed out, she was the complete package--beautiful, smart and humorous. He still couldn't believe she gave him her number! He never considered himself that attractive, but he was so glad she did! When he came home last night, he entered her phone number in his phone, in his address book and kept the original scrap of paper with her phone number on it in his wallet. He didn't want to misplace it.
Looking at his alarm clock by his bed, he realized it was much too early to call her. He decided to call her at an appropriate hour, say 9am. He turned on the television and stared blankly at the infomercial, passing the time until 9am.
At 8:59am, Melissa had already went through a myriad of emotions--from giddy anticipation (he'll call any second!!) to irrational worry (what if he hates cats?!). To work out her nervous energy, she rose to her feet, about to head to the kitchen to refill her coffee cup.
Then her cell phone rang.
She stood frozen, watching her phone vibrate slightly on the coffee table. She literally thought her heart stood still, just like she had heard in every love song growing up.
Quickly, she scooped up the phone and answered it, as calmly and sweetly as she could. She was amazed even with all of the oxygen leaving her brain, she could utter a Hello.
"Good morning, Melissa I hope I'm not disturbing you." Vincent greeted. She couldn't believe how considerate he was, she almost swooned!
"Not at all! How are you?" she asked, hoping her beaming smile could be heard. Excitement coursed through her limbs and she walked to the kitchen to obtain a refill of her coffee.
"I'm good, how are you?"
"Very well," she breathed, pouring a steady stream of piping hot liquid into her sitting cup.
"I was wondering if you would like to go out for coffee this morning?" Vincent hoped his voice wouldn't betray his nervousness.
Melissa stopped the coffee cup before it reached her lips.
"That would great!" she agreed enthusiastically, tossing the contents into the sink. Banjo squealed in protest and scurried away from the window perch.
"Was that a cat?" he asked.
"Yes," she quietly answered, biting her bottom lip.
"My motto has always been no home is complete without a cat."
Then and there, she made up her mind--she had found the perfect man.
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