Two days later, I knew I had to do something. I’d been thinking of that kiss ever since I’d gotten home. I guessed I should find out what it was all about.
I walked into Gino’s and waited until the Maître D’ came up to the front desk.
“Just one?” she asked.
I shook my head. “I’m sorry. Is Mickey around?”
She nodded and pointed toward the kitchen. “Last table on the right.”
I thanked her and walked back. Mickey sat in front of a plate of manicotti, reading a book. There was a bottle of Coke beside her plate.
“No wine tonight?” I asked.
She looked up. “Hi! What are you doing here?”
“Just thought I’d look in and see if you were here.”
“Have a seat. Are you hungry?”
I shook my head. “Thanks, but I’ve already eaten. How have you been?” I sat down across from her.
“I’m great today. Ye
