I stand up, gathering my things.
“It has been really lovely. It was such a pleasure to meet you, Simon.”
“Let me set the bill, then I’ll walk you out. Or can I give you a lift somewhere?”
“Oh, no, I’ll call an Uber. There are a ton of them around here. It’ll take a few minutes.”
Outside on the sidewalk, I stand awkwardly in front of him, looking up at him as he smiles down at me.
“Thank you for a lovely evening,” he says politely. Simon leans forward, and my heart does a wild leap as he gently kisses my cheek.
As he steps back, a car comes to a stop behind me.
“This yours?” he asks.
I glance at the number plate. “Yes, that’s me,” I smile.
After saying another thank you and another goodbye, he tugs open the car door for me, and I climb inside.
As I drive away, I realize I never gave him my number or asked for his.
My heart clenches tightly with a moment of panic.
Will I ever see him again?
That was so silly of me!
