"It's a date then!" I joked with one last sip of my tea and a graceful slip off the stool. I was putting extra effort into not looking like the clumsy girl I could be on any given day. It wasn't actually a date in my eyes, of course. I wasn't that eager to date the men I knew, much less one I didn't even if he was attractive. I didn't know why it was so surprising to people that I was single and had been for a good portion of my life.

 I'd spoken so much to the stranger that I'd barely eaten a bite, but I didn't mind. Reaching over the bar I grabbed a napkin and pen, quickly writing my address in messy cursive, tearing the paper a little in my hurry. "This is my address. It's right off Main Road. You'll see my dog in the yard, and old black mutt. He's all bark and no bite. Anyway, I live in the upstairs. Come bright and early, okay? But make sure you've eaten breakfast...it'll be a long day." With that I slid the napkin over, Brent coming over to see if I was ready. "Make sure you get my good side," I added with a smirk, turning and running back up the stage.

And that was that. The first time we met. At first I was a little subconscious knowing someone was watching me so closely, but it didn't take long for me to fall back into the rhythm of things. I was doing what I loved, nothing else to it. It was a good thing we'd planned on meeting in the morning since my shift ran over. I didn't leave until late that night, exhausted. But even then...I was for some reason excited for the next day. The idea of showing a new face around the island, sharing my private getaways was one that left me smiling the entire drive home.