"Let's," she replied softly.
They met on the stairs. He was just entering and she was exiting the same building. She bumped into him and as she looked up to apologize, he immediately fell in love. He helped her pick up her bag and the papers that had fallen when they bumped into each other. She thanked him and was about to continue down the stairs, when he stopped her again and spoke to her.
"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?"
She stopped and looked at him; "Actually, quite a few people."
He held her arm and said, "Well I think so too. Do you think you could have a coffee with me, or maybe lunch."
She really didn't know what to think. "This is so sudden, I don't even know your name."
"My name is Harry Neilson and I live in this apartment building. What is your name, my lady."
"My name is Sylvia Nelson and I also live in these apartments."
He then said, "Well now that we know a little about each other, let's have lunch and get to know a little more. I can't understand why we haven't met before this."
Now Sylvia was a tall, dark haired elegant lady with grey eyes. She stood about 5'9". Harry was also tall, about 6'2" with sleek black hair. He had a cleft chin and a manly stature.
"Alright Harry, only lunch though. I have some appointments this afternoon that I have to keep. So we must be finished by about two thirty okay."
So Sylvia and Harry went across the street to the Hotel and were given a table just on the side of the room. Harry liked that position as it gave them plenty of privacy to talk, without too much noise around them.
They ordered lunch; Sylvia only wanted a Prawn Salad and Harry ordered a Chicken Salad -- as they waited for the Waiter to bring their meal and drinks -- a Cabernet -- they spoke of their work and their lives up to that time.
After coffee, Sylvia insisted that she had to leave for these appointments. Harry begged her to have Dinner with him. If not tonight, then tomorrow night.
She had enjoyed having the meal with him, so she agreed to have Dinner the next night. They exchanged phone numbers and Harry arranged to pick her up the following night at about seven-thirty.
Harry went about his own business that afternoon in a daze. He had never felt this way before. On the other side of town, Sylvia was feeling the same way. She just didn't realize what was happening.
They both returned to their own apartments that night after work. Harry called to book a table at one of the top Hotels; Sylvia to go through her wardrobe to see what she would wear on this special date.