Another day, another vomiting patient to deal with. Serena dealt with it as efficiently as she always did but her mind was somewhere else. She had seen the woman several times since and she'd smiled at her again. Serena was sure that that message was meant for her. While going through the motions, she thought about what to send in a message herself. It was easy enough, you just submitted it online. So she did.


She'd finally written back. Bernie was beginning to give up hope. Waiting for her one day in the column was her very own message.

'Mysterious pink coat, shall we meet over coffee for a book club of two?'

The owner of the pink coat blinked, read it several times over, heart beating so fast it might burst out of her chest. She tried to keep calm but nervous excitement bubbled up when she thought about it. She needed to think of another message. It seemed very public to suggest a meeting place in a newspaper but she had to put aside her reservations and just do it if she wanted to talk to her again.