Three
Another day began the same as all the others. I woke up, I showered, I got dressed, I fed the dogs, I made breakfast, I ate breakfast with my husband, I brushed my teeth, I left the apartment, I kissed my husband, I left for work, I did my job, but when I went to lunch with my co-workers, my usual day changed.
Karah had picked a cute little pizzeria for lunch. It was one of the places that you had to wait to be seated. In front of us, stood a small group of men. One, was short, well built, greying brown hair. The second was taller, rounder, balding, black hair. The third was an inch or two taller than the second, short dark hair, muscular, fit, slender body. The last man was blond, freshly greying, he was the tallest of them all. They were laughing and joking, telling anecdotes about their day. By the conversation, I could tell they were school teachers.
"I remember when children weren't trying to be vampires," the round man said. He was facing us.
The redhead was also facing us.
"I know what you mean," he said in a surprisingly high voice. Not high enough to be mistaken for a woman, but not as low as most men. "I have this one student who claims he can't run the mile because he can't be out in direct sunlight."
He was a gym teacher.
"I told him that if he doesn't have a doctor's note, he still has to run."
The men chuckled.
"It's just a phase," the third man said. His back was to us. "I remember when witches were the supernatural thing to be."
His voice sounded very familiar.
"And let's not forget Harry Potter," said the first man. He was also facing away from my group.
"All I'm says," said man number three in his familiar voice. "Is that it will pass."
The other men nodded.
I couldn't resist the sudden urge to see the third man's face. I reached out and touched his shoulder. He turned to look at me and I gasped at the familiar brown eyes.
"Tommy?" I squeaked.
"Kimberly?" He said back with a smile. "Hi."
"Hi," I said.
"It's been a long time," Tommy said.
"Yeah, years," I smiled.
For a moment time stood still. It was like magic, fate, staring into Tommy's eyes like I did so long ago. I was seventeen again and a blush rose to my cheeks. Tommy was giving me an up and down look admiring my body like he had the first time we met in the halls of Angel Grove High. I bit my lip and smiled shyly.
The moment was broken when the hostess told the men they could be seated. I watched as Tommy and his group were seated. I never took my eyes off of him.
When it was our turn to be seated, Karah and Lucy barraged me with question after question.
"Who was that?" asked Karah.
"how do you know him?" Lucy acquired.
"What was that?" Karah questioned.
"Are you having an affair?" Lucy wondered.
I held up my hand to stop them. I cleared my throat and answered.
"That was Tommy Oliver. We knew each other back in High School. It was nothing but old friend seeing each other after a long time apart. And no I'm not having an affair."
"Do you want one?" Lucy asked.
"Of course, she doesn't," Karah sniffed. "She's in love with her husband."
Lucy pouted excited something thrilling may have finally happened to me.
"Well, that exchange looked like more than old friends meeting again," she pouted.
"That's all it was," Karah and I said at the same time.
"Okay." Lucy let it go until Tommy came up to our table. He handed me a piece of notepaper. The paper had his phone number and email.
"I would like to keep in touch," he said giving me his charming smile. The smile I couldn't help but return.
"Nothing, huh?" Lucy said as Tommy walked away.
Later, when I got home, I couldn't help but to email Tommy. The next day at work, I read his response and this continued for days. The, we were texting. Texting became phone calls and ten on Saturday, Tommy asked me to have lunch with him. I said yes.
END OF CH. 3