He bolted out the bathroom for a quick goodbye just as the front door burst open with the clash of wind and rain, followed by the dull, ringing, old worn-out bell, Mitch could not quite get used to. It was nasty out there— getting darker when it should have been lighter. Kayla said with a little girl pout, “Ya leaving so soon, Mitch.” Before he could answer he saw a lonely-looking lady dressed in dark clothes. She stared right into his eyes—as if to say—stay. She was still in the doorway shaking off the rain from her black umbrella, when Mitch answered, “I believe I will stay awhile.”
They avoided each other until the gravitational pull of curiosity drew them together. She sat on the old pale-green cloth couch next to his table, facing him. The old green couch did not fit in with the other decor yet people were drawn to it.
Mitch pretended to read the paper, but kept sneaking peeks at her over the top of the sports page. She shook the excess water from her shiny dark-green hooded raincoat and draped it over a chair. “There are twenty tables in this place and she picks this couch,” Mitch muttered to himself in a low inaudible tone behind his paper. Instead of feeling flattered he was nervous. He started to sweat a little. She was right across from him reading a tiny paperback book with legs crossed and one leg swaying back and forth like a metronome. This highlighted black leather boots with just enough heels to get noticed.