Her Heart beat like…
Her heart beat like the staccato of a virtuoso’s drum when she spotted him at a table across the dining room. She did not expect to see him on her side of town. He generally would not come here, or at least he never did when they were together.
She took the seat the perky hostess led her to with a sigh and began looking over the menu. Her mind raced frenetically, not focusing well on the pages before her. She glanced at him observing his face was thinner than last she saw him. His hair was longer, but attractively styled. Overall, he seemed relaxed and looked well. He was apparently taking his meal alone, intent on the food before him.
Should she walk over and say hello… he had refused to meet with her every time she called. Her stomach knotted as it often did when she thought of him. Maybe it was better to go unnoticed.
When Stacy, her waitress, returned she quietly placed her order. She hoped she might avoid a scene here in one of her favorite restaurants. Perhaps he would overlook her presence. Their last face to face had been disastrous. It still made her blanche to think of his behavior.
Her order came quickly, but she felt little like eating. Her nerves were tensed in fight or flight mode. This violent reaction to seeing him disconcerted her.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
March 1, 2001
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