Stopping off at the café, Lynn grabbed a cup of tea and picked a seat near the window. To everyone present, she fit in. She looked like a professional woman, who had taken some time off of her day to enjoy a cup of peach tea. The truth in fact was she had stayed in bed most of the day and had dipped into Joan's closet again. It wasn't her fault Joan refused to do laundry. Pulling her suit closer around her, Lynn began picking through a magazine left behind by another patron. Feeling eyes on her, Lynn looked up to see Lynda. She was about 5'6" and 130 lbs and her right breast held a name tag; Lynda. Just Lynn's type, if she were still into that sort of thing. She let her eyes wander again, and they found their way to her magazine again. Losing herself in the lives of her celebrity counterparts, Lynn didn't even notice when Lynda, rose for her seat and planted herself across from Lynn.
"I like you." She said it some finality as if it were fact and there was nothing Lynn could do to changer mind. Slightly surprised by the suddenness of it all, Lynn looked at her suspiciously. "So?"
"And my name is Lynda."
"Well Lynda, My name is Lynn and I am trying to enjoy my cup of coffee." Lynn made sure she made eye contact, to convey her point.
"Oh," Lynda seemed slightly taken a back. "I just wanted to see…" She trailed off. There didn't seem to be any point to finishing; Lynn had already retuned to her magazine. Lynda made it all the way to the door before she came back. Without saying a word she laid her card down on the table. After she was sure Lynda was gone, Lynn picked up the card. It read:
Lynda Carthwell
Marriage Counselor
543 Hallow Drive, Oakland, CA