It was crazy to meet him the same night. Sarah had no opportunity to dress for him. She could have done something with her toes. This makes her look like she has nothing to do, no book club, no dance lessons, no happy hour.
She had never really looked at him. She would never recognize him. Surely, he would recognize her. She had clearly made an impression on him. Or was it just her toes? She had pointy high heels today, no toes in sight. They looked ridiculous, her feet ending in sharp points. Why had she never noticed before?
Why was she meeting a computer programmer who had passed her a note that was not even about her, just some part of her body, and it wasn't even complimentary? She said she wanted to talk to him. What did she want to say?
She stood at the glass door of Kratzin's restaurant. A lady was lying on the counter. Sarah walked in anyway. Now she noticed an old man behind the counter. He was talking anxiously.
"Dahlia," he said, "please. You know I can't do business like this. Who's going to sit at this counter? I know it's been a tough day. Lie down in the back. Take some time off. Really, it's no problem. If you can't stop the bleeding, I understand..."
Sarah proceeded to do some normal things. It made her feel better. She looked around for a man sitting alone. She didn't see any. She sat at a small table, facing the window.