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Please Take Your Seats

... “I think I’ll walk home. But promise me you will call an Uber to get home if you drink more, okay?”

“Oh, come on, Kayla, don’t be a party pooper!”

“Next time, I promise!”

Janelle invited Charlotte and Ellie to join them. Charlotte was in, but Ellie declined, saying she had things to do and would need to take a rain check.

As I headed toward the door, Ellie put her arm on mine and said, “Hey, do you mind if I walk with you part of the way?”

“No, of course not. I’d love the company,” I replied almost too quickly. A part of me hoped she would walk all the way home with me, and I felt myself blush.

Ellie smiled, gave me a peck on the cheek, and thanked me as we headed toward my place. There was an awkward silence until she asked me why I had attended the speed dating session.

“My divorce was final yesterday, and my friends thought it would be a good way to celebrate. I know they meant well, but it wasn’t at all what I was expecting or hoping for,” I admitted.

“What were you hoping for, Kayla?” she asked.

“I don’t know; I supposed I thought I’d at least find someone interesting that I’d be interested in seeing again,” I explained.

Ellie pouted playfully. “Am I not interesting?”

“Oh, well, of course!” I stuttered, “But you know what I mean.”

When Ellie said nothing, I blurted out, “Okay, I need a man in my bed; I need to get laid!”

I laughed a little, embarrassed by my very forward revelation.

“Does it have to be a man?” Ellie asked softly.

“Oh, well, um…”

“I’m sorry, Kayla; I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“No, no, don’t be silly. I’ve just never considered being with a woman before. I’ve always dated men. I was married to a man, albeit a disappointing one.”

“I just wondered. I host a female-only speed dating session on Tuesdays, and if you want to check it out, I will comp your fee since today was such a bust,” Ellie said.

My face felt hot with embarrassment. Of course, that’s what she meant, not that she was attracted to me. I was grateful that I hadn’t said anything stupid.

“I might consider that,” I said, shrugging. “Who knows, right?”

“That’s the spirit, Kayla!” Ellie grinned. “Well, this is where I turn off; my place is just a block that way.”

Suddenly disappointment crept up my throat. I didn’t want to go our separate ways just yet, but I didn’t know what to say either.

Sensing my reluctance to part, Ellie suggested I come home with her and have some tea.

“Tea would be lovely,” I said, following her home.

When we arrived at Ellie’s, she told me to make myself at home. Her second-floor apartment was small but well-appointed and had a cozy feel to it. She put on the kettle for the tea and arranged some cheese and crackers on a quaint, octagonal blue and white platter.

“Is that Spode?” I asked as I helped myself to a club cracker with Colby-Jack cheese.

“Yes,” Ellie smiled. “It was my grandmother’s.”

As she set the cup and saucer in front of me, our hands ...