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Meeting Again
A man was sitting in his apartment in London getting ready for his blind date. A friend
from work had suggested that he go out and have a good time. He was just putting on his
glasses when the bell rang. He got up and answered the door. Behind it was a woman
with long red hair and bright green eyes. She was smiling. "You must be Jonathan Peters,"
she said. "Yes and you're Rose Evian right," he asked nervously. She smiled more and
nodded. "Please come inside," Jon said letting her in. She walked in and looked around.
"Lovely home you have Jon," she said. "Thanks. Would you like something," he asked.
"Not at the moment," she said. They both went over and sat on the couch. There was
silence. "So, where do you work," he asked. "Over at that department store on 3rd," she
said. "I work at an office building near there," Jon said. "Really do you ever go to that deli
down the road," she asked. "Yeah, everyday for lunch. Around 1," he said. "Really I go at
12," Rose said. "Maybe we can meet sometime," he said. She nodded before they lapsed
into another silence. Jon took his hand and ran it through his hair. Rose looked at him as
he did that. She gave him a look over. He had semi short jet-black hair that seemed to
stand at every angle; his eyes were a soft hazel color that seemed to hold a secret behind
them; he was tall, about 6'. "So, how about I start to make dinner," he said standing up.
"That would be great, would you like some help? I'm a pretty good cook when it comes
down to it," she said. "Alright, let's go," he said taking her arm and leading her to the
kitchen. Jon set Rose to cut the veggies and make a salad while he made the chicken.
When she had her back to him, Jon looked at her. She had long red hair and bright green
eyes; she seemed to be around his age, almost 40 but he didn't want to ask her about it;
she was about 5'6" and was in his mind the most beautiful women he'd ever seen. "Then
again I don't remember much except the last 15 years," he thought to himself. "How's the
chicken coming," Rose asked. "Oh, it's fine. It's going to take another 20 minutes though.
Would you like something to drink," Jon asked. "I'm afraid to say that I'm not to fond of
wine and beer," she said. "Well, neither am I. Soda," he asked taking out a can. She
smiled politely before he threw a can at her. She caught it and poured some into a glass
with some ice. She looked over and Jon and he was looking at her. "What," she asked.
"It's nothing. It's just that you remind me of someone," he said. "But we've never met." she
said not catching on. "I know but its like from a dream or something. Are you sure we've
never met before," he asked. She didn't know what to say because now that he did
mention it, he did look like someone. "I don't know," she said quietly. There was a long
silence between the two. Suddenly the bell on the stove rang and their food was ready.
He took it out and put it onto the counter. "Get ready to be amazed by my wonderful
cooking ability," he said smiling. He cut some and put them onto some plates. They sat
down and ate. "This is wonderful Jon," she said. "It's like magic," he said. Then there was
more silence. "You believe in magic then," Rose said. "Yeah, do you," Jon asked. "Yeah,
it's probably what brought us together tonight," Rose said smiling at him. The rest of the
meal was spent discussing current events like work, weather and news. "You know I read
the other day that people just seem to be disappearing. Strange things do seem to be
happening you know," Rose said. "I noticed. Would you like to move onto the couch now
or stay at the table," Jon asked. "Why don't you get comfy, while I do the dishes. It's the
least I can do for you since you made that wonderful meal and all," Rose said. Jon smiled
and allowed her to get to work. "So, do you always let your dates do your dishes," Rose
asked. "No, I haven't dated for awhile," Jon said. Silence for a moment. "Really, no
offers," she said. "No, it's not like that. It's just that I feel like I'm waiting for someone.
Someone to fill some hole I have," he said looking outside. "I know what you mean,"
Rose whispered to herself. The night ended with the two of them looking out into the night
sky.
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