It was about time she started dating again. The kind where the boy brought you flowers. He took you out to dinner, some dancing and dropped you home with a kiss.
She twirled the stirrer in her Mojito and watched a couple flirting at the bar.
It had been almost a year since she had been on a date.
“Ma-am, Mr Anand said to give you this.”
She opened the envelope and found a set of keys and a note. “Honey, My meeting’s running late. Go upstairs and I’ll join you in a bit.”
So much for dinner and dancing…