That was a quick date
Frank parked outside the restaurant and checked his watch. He was half an hour late. Great start Campion. He'd had trouble settling Kathleen with the sitter before he left, he had called Paula to explain and she said it was fine but he still felt bad leaving her sitting in the restaurant alone. On the plus side, all of the trouble with Kathleen had kept him too distracted to be nervous. He hadn't been on a date in longer than he cared to admit and he was a little worried that he had forgotten 'how' to date.
He took a deep breath and got out of the car. He adjusted his jacket and tie and just as he was about to shut the car door he glanced towards the restaurant entrance. Suddenly he felt as though he had been kicked in the gut. Entering the restaurant on the arm of some man was Alison. They disappeared inside and he leant against the car, his heart pounding and he realised he had been holding his breath. Without thinking, he sat back into the car and swiftly started the engine. He had only seen her for a moment but it replayed over and over in his mind until he reached home. Her hair was different. They had been laughing. He let himself into the house and was greeted by the sitter.
"That was a quick date." She said surprised.
Almost hazily, Frank remembered Paula. Damn it.