"Hello beautiful, what are you reading?" He I opened, trying to engage her.
"Oh, hello Carl. I'm just reading mindless fiction. A story about a crime."
"Is it good? Is it worth reading?" He was lost in her eyes, how green they were like a garden at the bottom of the ocean.
"It is an all right read but nothing to waste your time with. You probably would not enjoy it. What do you doing, anyway?"
"I was just running errands and saw you sitting here, all alone. So I thoug a down ht I would come in and make small talk."
"I am glad you did. Small talk." She smiled her timeless smile.
He thought for a moment about that smile and how it inspired him. Carl was a writer and when she smiled he thought about words that could describe how he felt.
"So, what are you doing after coffee?" He asked.
"I thought about going to the office and work for a while." She was a reception this at a medical supply company nearby.
"Oh boy, you mean you couldn't find anything more enjoyable to do on Saturday than to go to work for another day this week? That seems hard to accept."
"Maybe, but true." She laughed and it made him smile.
"Well I tell you what, since today is Valentine's Day, why don't you go out to dinner with me at the beach?" Carl I asked her, not knowing how she would react.
"Carl, you know I am separated and heading for a divorce. "I need to watch what I'm doing and who I do it with."
"I understand but I also know that you like me, probably not as much as I like you. But, still. I will make sure none thing untoward happens. You don't have to watch, I will." I smiled to make it easier for her to say yes.
"I really don't know." She began to gather up her things and moved toward the
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Carl wasn't ready for her to say yes. So he sat there thinking of where they would go, what he would wear, what he would say, and what he would do. Carl was nervous. He had been thinking of this moment for the last couple of months. It is funny, though, how the brain works. How love affects the brain. How it grabs ahold and will not let go. Carl had thought of this moment for months and now it was here. He had worked it over in his head countless times but now that it was here, could not think of what to do.
"Tonight it is. Goodbye Carl." With that, she turned and left.
Carl needed to go home and think about tonight before it happened. He left the Starbucks to drive h legs say ome, thinking about Terry and all that came with her. She had little boy. He knew that and he was okay with that. They both like the same kind of pizza. They both were very uninhibited. He knew that from there emails together. She was happy with her life and what she had accomplished thus far. Not many people could say that and mean it. That is one of the things he liked so much about her. She was true to herself. The Crab Shack. An idea popped into his brain and interrupted his thought. That's where he would take her for dinner. Decision made. Next.
He had already decided he would where his black dress pants with a white shirt and a microfiber, light brown coat with no tie. Stacy Adams shoes. He would be casually comfortable while still looking nice. So that decision was made, too. Next.
With those decisions made, Carl leaned back in his chair sipping a beer. The rest of the night would be mitigated by how dinner went. He imagined it would go very well. He had no idea.
Just before he left to pick up Terry for dinner, Carl checked himself in the mirror and to make sure everything was as it should be. It was. "You're a damn charming fellow, Carl." He laughed aloud to himself as he left out the door with a swagger.
He followed the directions from Google to the address Terry had sent him in his email. As he pulled into the driveway her front door opened and she stood there radiant, waiting for him to come in. She was wearing a white, summer dress with heels. She looked breathtaking. He thought for a moment of his hand stroking her legs. How smooth they were, he saw and he wondered briefly if she wore underwear. "Mmmph." He would find out soon enough, he hoped.
"It is indeed, ma'am. Maybe you will need to go for one."
"Only if you join me, sir."
"Yes ma'am, I certainly will." They both laughed at their characters they played to each other -- him, the very polite and debonair carriage driver and her, the affluent widow.
He opened the door to the car for her.
"Why thank you, Sir." She said to him as she sat in the seat.
"Ma'am." He nodded his head.
He then walked around to his side of the car and a moving van and s he sat down in the driver's seat, he turned to her and said "Off to dinner!" He said it really excited with an exaggerated flourish, for effect. With an end to the role playing, for now, they headed off to the restaurant.
It was a nice drive, with the top down, riding across the Folly Bridge over the Intracoastal Waterway. It was a beautiful night, the stars out and the moon and no clouds. It was a perfect night for a swim.
At the restaurant, a few minutes later, they were seated by the window.
They were seated by the window and Carl noticed she was staring at the ocean.
"Penny for your thoughts?" He asked her.
"Oh yeah excuse me, I was just thinking of the life under the water and how interrupted it is. Thing about man, mostly Americans, white businessmen, thing is that they think that they can build where they are standing. That doesn't always bode well for the natural inhabitants."
"Whoa, that's heavy. Can we have our drinks, first?" He was interested in everything she had this say, he was only ready for a drink. When the waitress came, Carl waved to Terry to order first.
"I'll I have a white wine, thank you."
"Yes ma'am," the waitress said "and you, sir?"
"How about an Irish whiskey over ice?"
"Very good, sir." With that, the waitress walked away.
"So tell me again, Terry, how self-righteous Americans are." The waitress brought back their drinks. He asked as he took a drink.
"It's not that, so much as we leave footprints wherever we go, even if it stains the Habitat where we are."
"I can't argue that." Carl responded but Terry seemed very disturbed.
"I mean, what are they thinking?" Terry seemed forlorn.