She had to have some sign from him that she wasn’t throwing everything away for a mirage. That wasn’t the email she got though. It was three o’...clock and she had heard nothing from Greg all day. That wasn’t unusual. It was only because Julie wanted so desperately to talk to him, see him, that she was getting anxious. When she opened her email and saw that she had a message, she quickly clicked on it, expecting it to be from Greg. It wasn’t. It was from Gary. Julie didn’t really want to talk. ’ I took his offer allowing him to help me up. He twisted the top off a beer bottle, handing it to me. Gratefully, I took it from him holding it up to my forehead. The bottle was cold, already sweating against the heat, which was laying on me like damp, woolen, blanket. Together we sat, watching the last visages of sunlight disappear in shades of purple, crimson, and blue. The waves of heat produced a haze, which hung low over the fields. In the distance, a dog barked, the bullfrogs and. But my answer was in one hour it is possible. She immediately sat back keeping her bag in between us. I gave a helmet. Meanwhile, I informed my boss that I have an emergency.We started and reached in 1hour and 10 minutes, I was 10 minutes late. She did not answer anything and left inside MIT College. I didn’t know what to do. I inquired in college. I was informed there is a seminar. It will take an hour are so to end. So, I waited in the shop having a smoke and tea.After 1.5 hours she came out. Scanning the bar, I noticed a cute white guy with a dark beard and glasses sitting in the corner. He smiled at me and I gave him a little nod. I was curious, but not enough to get up. He could come to me if he wanted to talk. After a few more looks at each other, smiling and then glancing away, that whole game, he made his way over."Is this seat taken?" He asked, his voice deeper than I'd expected, an instant turn on."No, feel free," I answered.He was taller than I'd imagined when he was.