To say I meandered onto the veranda would be too corny. But meander I did. To the veranda. To bask in the early morning sun.
A shadow carrying two coffees passed across my face.
Through slits, I recognized Gerry and hoped he didn’t see my start. I smiled. “Hello.”
“Do we know each other?”
“No. I don’t know you.”
He placed the coffee on the tiny table and sat. He added milk to the cup nearest me. “Why’d you flinch?”
I laughed. “It startled me to remember an old pick-up line.”
“Want to use it on me?”
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