Always the Planner

Xander

I parked my car in the lot of the IHOP where Evie wanted to meet. It was packed, as expected on a Sunday morning. The hostess knew exactly who I was asking about when I described Evie and led me directly to her table. Every time I saw the woman, I was taken aback by her beauty. Her hair was piled on top of her head with little black curly strands hanging loose. She had on another one of those blouses with shoulder cutouts and looked absolutely beautiful.

“Good morning,” she greeted with a bright smile.

“Good morning,” I said and took my seat at the table. “Coffee, please,” I said to the hostess who was waiting to hear my drink order.

“I wasn’t sure you would make it,” she said, taking a sip of her own coffee.

“I got hung up on a phone call. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I was early. I’m always early.”

“And I am almost always late,” I replied.

“I’m glad you showed up,” she commented. “Otherwise, I would be eating a lot. I took the liberty of ordering you breakfast. I hope you don’t min