“It’s been forever,” he said.
I nodded, looking down at my feet, just as I had in junior high.
“So…you’re an author. A fantasy novel, I assume?”
“But of course!”
An awkward moment of silence. Those rarely occur when we talk, but I endured an awkward moment lasting ten years, didn’t I?
“I’m sorry we fell out of touch,” he said, smile gone from his face. He didn’t say sorry often, so when he did, I knew he meant it.
We were ever in touch? I couldn’t help thinking.
“Look, I don’t leave till Saturday…would you meet me tomorrow night? I really miss talking to you.”
“Tomorrow. Monday,” I smiled so big I almost cried. “That would be lovely.”

So I gave him my number and walked out, heart racing like the Iditarod sled dogs. Mitch. I saw Mitch! And I’ll see him tomorrow. Wait…did I agree to a date?

Noticing my hunger, I checked my watch. How long had I been in there?
7:11 Of course. I smiled to myself.

I’m glad I followed my impulse that day, for it changed my life. For the better.