He leaned back in his desk chair and sighed. Today wasn't going exactly as he had been flowers should have gotten there by now, yet he hadn't received a phone call. No confirmation. But still, no declination either. For that, he still had hope .

Maybe she had forgotten his number? After all, they didn't talk much by phone, and he couldn't figure out, for the life of him, how to text with his Blackberry. She also broke her phone, very recently, didn't she? Yes, he could remember her complaining about being out of the loop, because of her non-existent phone.

Well, still, an e-mail would be acceptable! An IM maybe? But, so far: nothing. Absolutely. Nothing.

He got up from his chair and grabbed his coat, " Hey, Myra? I'm taking an early lunch break. Be back before you miss me."

Myra sighed, " Alright, Chester. Just be back before someone higher up notices."

He nodded and smiled, " Okay. Many thanks." He began walking out to the parking lot, where his car sat waiting. He kept it at work when he knew the next day he'd be carpooling, which was today, errr, yesterday.

So, maybe a face to face confrontation was needed? The reservations were already made, and he wasn't the kind of guy to cancel anything.

Chester unlocked the car door and seated himself before the steering wheel.