Latch
“I haven’t heard back from Abby, but I’m following my gut. I have a feeling that she’ll show up, she won’t let me down.
My phone buzzes giving me hope it’s her, but it’s just another client, like the ten others that want to see me today. I’m not sure why there are so many on a Tuesday morning, or what’s going on, but it’s like all the ladies in New York are in heat all at once.
Walking into the Metro, I order Abby’s favorite salad and a pasta bowl for me. I’ve brought this to her house before, s...o I know just how she likes it, extra olives, and the dressing on the side. As the cashier hands me the red card with a large number on it, I look around for somewhere private to sit and decide on a table in the back corner of the restaurant where I can still see the front door.
Sitting down, I pop the card in the holder, slide it to the edge of the table and pull my phone out. It’s 4:02; she should be here any minute.
Nervously, I strum my fingers against the table. Sitting and waiting, the time ticks by slowly.MoreLess
My phone buzzes giving me hope it’s her, but it’s just another client, like the ten others that want to see me today. I’m not sure why there are so many on a Tuesday morning, or what’s going on, but it’s like all the ladies in New York are in heat all at once.
Walking into the Metro, I order Abby’s favorite salad and a pasta bowl for me. I’ve brought this to her house before, s...o I know just how she likes it, extra olives, and the dressing on the side. As the cashier hands me the red card with a large number on it, I look around for somewhere private to sit and decide on a table in the back corner of the restaurant where I can still see the front door.
Sitting down, I pop the card in the holder, slide it to the edge of the table and pull my phone out. It’s 4:02; she should be here any minute.
Nervously, I strum my fingers against the table. Sitting and waiting, the time ticks by slowly.MoreLess
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