Many times Brenda had gone out on dates with guys, not working ones that is, and as soon as she let them know what her line of work was, they took off faster than a jack rabbit running from a farmer's gun.
There was something special about Alan, and Brenda didn't want that same thing to occur with him. Therefore, she continued her silence about her private life.
Their flight was finally called, after another hour or so of chatting about this and that, and drinking several more cups of delicious coffee.
"That's us," Alan said, getting up and holding the chair for Brenda.
This gentlemanly treatment, always got to Brenda. She hated chauvinists, and all that they stood for, but still liked a door opened for her sometimes, or a chair removed from her way as Alan was doing now.
"Thank you A
