She looked around at the diner as her mind, slow and in a subdued state, worked to figure out why she would leave her friends on a night out and eat pie at a place like that? And what was it that drew her in to that man? She felt it that morning as she did the previous night, though she wanted to fight it and resist it. Deep down she wanted to get up and walk away from this strange uncertainty but something kept her glued to the booth.
He sensed the conflict in her and offered to buy her breakfast, hoping to transition her focus. He told her she looked like she could use the food. First she refused the offer but as he insisted she agreed and stayed to eat.
Over breakfast the man did most of the talking, which Kitty was grateful for. He had a gift to carry on the conversation and somehow retain her attention and not grow dull. Kitty loosened up over the course of the meal and actually grew to enjoy the morning.
After they finished, the man paid for the food and coffee. As they got up to leave he said to her “Next Friday, some friends and I have reservations at a place you might like. I think its more your style than this. I’d love for you to join.”
“Are you asking me on a date?” Kitty replied in half jest, half seriousness.
“If thats what you’d like to call it,” he said.
She did not want to call it that but accepted the invitation. As they parted ways on the street she turned back to him and called out, “Hey! You never told me your name.”
“Its Jonas,” He called back with a smile.
“Mine’s Kitty,” she told him.
He held that captivating smile, said “I know,” and continued on his way.
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