It was 2:45 PM and he was early. He took a tall iced latte and sat away from the door. Sitting carefully, he straightened the legs of his freshly cleaned khaki pants.
Flipping through his phone he looked again at her photo. Pretty, outdoorsy and her profile said she owned her own company.
Looking down again at his pants, he reflected on how many khakis he owned. Six or seven pairs at least. It was part of his ‘uniform’. Each internet date he went on, he dressed the same and always ordered an iced latte. If the date quickly went south, he would cleverly spill the coffee in his lap and make an excuse to leave.
Lost in his thoughts he didn’t see her arrive. She introduced herself and he said “Don’t I know you from somewhere?” She replied, “Yes I own the dry cleaners on the corner”
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
In response to What Pegman Saw Photo Prompt – Portland, Oregon