Page 11 of Five Minute Man
“Hey,” he called on a sudden impulse as she placed her hand on the door handle. “What’s your name?”
“Holly. Yours?”
Good, she didn’t offer her last name. That showed intelligence and caution.
“Adam. Do you like coffee, Holly?”
She hesitated. Adam didn’t think he breathed during that time. Then she smiled and nodded. “I like coffee.”
Relief flooded through him. Suddenly, he felt as nervous as a kid.
“Would you like to have some? With me? Now?”Great. He winced inwardly.Way to sound overeager, dumbass.
Her eyes softened around the edges, her smile kind. “No,” she said, dashing his hopes. Thankfully, though, her next words restored them. “I have to go home and let my dog out. But how about later, maybe around seven? Ground Zero?”
“Seven’s good,” he said, pleased with her choice. Ground Zero was a nice, clean, well-lit shop with great coffee and a casual, cozy atmosphere. It was the perfect place for a first date. Not that this was a date; it was more of a pre-date interview. If things went well, they would see. “Shall we meet there?”
Holly nodded. “Sounds good. See you then.”
Only after watching her drive away did he finally let out the breath he had been holding. So far, so good, but he refused to get his hopes up just yet. He had been disappointed too many times before. Further analysis would be relegated until later that night.
