The more I think about the very good-looking woman, and all the eye contact that passed between us, the more I become convinced it was an invitation to break the conversational ice.
She pulled up in her BMW 4×4, and parked outside The Old Mill Coffee House and Bistro, in Chipping Norton at about 1.30pm on Sunday.
Of course, I could be completely wrong.
She may just have been amused at the motorcyclist, sitting at his table – in his leathers – sipping hot chocolate and blatantly people-watching.
Yeah, I’m probably misinterpreting everything.
But still.
So this Sunday, from 1pm, I’m going to be sitting in the same place.
And if she’s there (because she was obviously a regular), I’m going to say ‘hello’.
And if she’s not there?
I’ll have some hot chocolate.
And carrot cake.
(why the fuck didn’t I say something on Sunday?)
Der.
Maybe you were lost for words?
Yeah, right.
Well I didn’t go, obviously. I went to Broadway on the Bandit.
And, to be honest, M, I’m kind of with someone now anyway.
Hang on a cotton pickin’ moment. You can’t say something like ‘I’m kind of with someone now” without further elaboration!
It’s early days, Annie. Very early days. That’s all I have right now.