“Hello my dear!” she said, and kissed me, as if we had kissed often before, as if we had arranged this meeting long before, as if we often, or at least from time to time, met like this, as if she had come from just down the block and not from an ocean away.
“What are you doing here?! You said you weren’t going to come!” was all I could manage. I was completely at a loss, and could only mumble. I felt in seventh heaven.
Cindy nodded. “I didn’t plan to come,” she said and smiled at her words. “I changed my plans on the spur of the moment. I knew I’d find you here.”
“How? The place is packed. We might have never met at all!”
“True, we might have never met,” she replied confidently, “but I was sure we would.”
“I’m flying out tomorrow morning,” I said in a voice laden with regret and contr
