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Taking A Chance © 2013 Anne Brooke Published in the US and
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TAKING A CHANCE
Anne Brooke
The first thing I saw when I walked by Tortellini’s that Friday night was
the hottest looking man I’d come across in a long while. He was in his
early forties, in my opinion, medium height, dark hair tending to grey at
the edges, and a stocky build. Okay, it doesn’t sound particularly
inspiring when said like this, and he wasn’t too different from me, apart
from the fact I was blond, maybe slightly leaner and ten years younger.
However, there was something about his eyes, which made me look and
look again. Something enticing. He was dressed in a smart dark green
jacket with contrasting trousers, and when he saw me stopping, he
smiled and walked towards me, stretching out his hand.
“Hello. Are you Timothy?”
I wasn’t, but I thought: what the heck. Unlucky Timothy and lucky me. So,
heart beating fast, I took his hand, and smiled. “Yes, that’s right. Pleased
to meet you.”
“Likewise. I’m David. But you already know that.
Shall we go in?”
“Sounds good, thanks.” And then, chancing it, “How did you know it was
me?”
“I guessed,” he said. “You were my second attempt.”
I laughed and felt my shoulders relax. Maybe this was going to be easier
than I’d imagined. He obviously didn’t have a clue, and who knows
where it might lead?
The evening I’d imagined would be fairly dull suddenly glittered with
possibilities.
In the restaurant, the maitre d’ took our jackets and led us to the table
David must have already booked. I thought we’d have time to settle in,
and I might have time to work out what this Timothy might be like, so I
was unprepared for his next conversation starter.
“There are a few things you should know before we order,” he said
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