At the diner, Kitty recognized the man straight away. He was the man from the rooftop bar the night before. He was sitting at a both and drinking coffee while reading the morning paper. When she walked in, his eyes raised from the article that held his attention. He waved at her and slowly folded up the paper. As she sat down, he said “You look like you’ve seen better days.”
She shot him a loot that could kill and din’t reply to his comment. The server came by and Kitty ordered a coffee with cream and sugar. “What did we do last night?” Kitty asked ready to get straight to it.
“You really don’t remember?” Kitty shook her head. “Well it wasn’t anything unsavory, unfortunately. I saw you walking by outside the diner and invited you to have a slice of pie with me.”
“We had pie?” Kitty asked in surprise. Not that the act of eating pie was one that warranted such incredulity, but the fact that she took time out of her night life to sit down with a stranger and have pie in the wee hours was quite out of character for her.
“Well, yeah. I had a delectable blueberry pie and you had a lemon meringue that you couldn’t finish so I had to help you with the rest.”
“Lemon meringue?” she parroted again, but what her reply was really communicating was “This is what I got out of bed so early for? To hear that I ate pie with an odd man, 20 years my senior, and thats what I don’t remember?”
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