"Ryan Clacher, a friend wanted us to meet," he gave a somewhat dry chuckle. "I thought we should set up a time and place," he tacked on in case she was feeling as nervous as he suddenly found himself.
It hadn't been until she'd picked up the phone and spoken that he'd found himself feeling jittery, one hand shoved in his pocket before he started fiddling with something.
"Oh, yes, Miss Garland mentioned you'd drop me a line. It's wonderful to hear from you," She began, her voice edged with hints of mild anxiety. She had just been recently widowed after all, what would people say if she sounded and acted like she has completely moved on? "I wouldn't want to be too much of a nuisance on your calender. When are you free?"
"I'll be free for the next two weeks after Friday," he stated giving a nod that couldn't be seen. Spring Break for the students and faculty would probably be a good time to get this probable fiasco out of the way. She didn't sound exactly keen on the idea herself. "What would work best for you?"
She makes a soft, thoughtful "Hmmm," as she weighs her options. One the one hand she didn't want to come across as too eager. On the other hand her body desperately needed to find a permanent provider. A woman her age could only feed on lonely hearts for so long before drawing suspicion.
"How does Tuesday for brunch sound?" She suggested, quickly adding "You decide the place."
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It hadn't been until she'd picked up the phone and spoken that he'd found himself feeling jittery, one hand shoved in his pocket before he started fiddling with something.
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"How does Tuesday for brunch sound?" She suggested, quickly adding "You decide the place."
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