One Saturday Morning

Once upon a Saturday morning a young (not yet 30) woman checked her emails. Staring at her in bold print read "meet me for coffee 10am" (okay, this is a very, very, very short version of a few back and forth emails). Eeewww she thought. "A brunch date with a lovely lady". She kissed her husband goodbye, applied a new coat of raspberry lip balm, and said she would be back a little later. Her daughter sat in the front seat smiling at the little rendevous that was beginning to unfold.

The not yet 30 woman stepped out of her car, thought about realigning her very ordinary car park and changed her mind when she caught a glimpse of the smiling face she was going to meet. Crossing the road with her daughter she greeted her lovely date with a warm smile that replicated the kind of day it was. Sunny, with a coffee shop smells lingering ever so faintly in the back ground.

The three children brought along by the women played contently on the cement ground, but to then it could've been a lush, green park, it wouldn't have mattered. With their babycinos, marshamallows and mentos they were happy.

Some time later, the ladies said their goodbyes, smiled as much at each other as how nice the past couple of hours had been. With energetic waves and radiant grins the children farwelled each other and skipped happily beside their mothers'.

The young (not yet 30) woman returned to her husband, said she had a lovely time with a lovely lady over a lovely cup of coffee.

To the LL (lovely lady) who may be reading this. Thanks for the chat and coffee. Hope you had some fish for dinner. I thought of saying that I had a pleasant morning with a friend over a cup of coffee, but a little story is much more interesting to read. :)