Sam pulled into the parking lot of a beachside Italian restaurant Lisa had recommended. She was a few minutes early, but Lisa was there waiting in the entryway. Apparently, she had already put her name in for a table and been informed there’d be at least a twenty-minute wait.
“Let’s go sit at the bar,” Lisa suggested.
“Sure, okay.” Sam let Lisa step in front of her and then followed her “date” to the lounge area. She could hardly restrain herself from touching Lisa’s hair as it moved with the rhythm of her walk.
They found two places at the bar and ordered drinks. Sam was relieved when her drink came, as it gave her something to do, and also promised to relax her a bit from her agitated state of mind. She took a long drink as Lisa sipped her wine.
“Did you get your shopping done?”
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