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“Well … thank you for the water and for your concern. But I’m feeling better. So I’ll just head back<br />
to work.”<br />
She pushed up her sunglasses, grabbed her purse, and just at the moment she stood to leave,<br />
Matilda arrived. They awkwardly engaged in the “you first, no, you first” dance around the crowded<br />
patio table. The woman smashed into Matilda’s left shoulder, then her right. Finally free, it seemed<br />
she couldn’t get away from us fast enough.<br />
Matilda and I watched her as she headed into the Funky Monkey next door. Matilda lowered<br />
herself into her chair, patting down her hair as though she’d just survived a small tornado.<br />
“Who was that? Or what was that?”<br />
My eyes stayed glued to the door of the store.<br />
“I don’t know. Just a woman … I thought she was ill, so I checked on her,” I said. “But guess<br />
what?” I changed the subject with a grin. “I just asked a guy out. And the best part? He said yes!”<br />
“Well, Happy Birthday to you, indeed!”<br />
“Yeah, and that woman, she treated me like I was some kind of celebrity just for asking a guy for<br />
his number. It was weird. She looks nothing like me, yet she reminded me a little of me last year. Kind<br />
of timid. Kind of sad. Anyway, I feel like my confidence is really growing. I think I am ready to be a<br />
Guide. Here,” I said, reaching in my bag for my pledge. “Signed, sealed and delivered.”<br />
“Thank you for this,” she said, putting away my pledge. Her expression was suddenly thoughtful. “I<br />
wonder if perhaps we’re looking at a possible S.E.C.R.E.T. candidate.”<br />
“You mean that woman?”<br />
Matilda nodded.<br />
“I don’t even know if she’s single.”<br />
“That’s easy to find out.”<br />
I felt my nerves fire up. “You think I should approach her? What if she thinks I’m crazy?”<br />
“Everyone’s entitled to their opinion. You look great, by the way.”<br />
I looked down at my outfit, nothing too “out there”—slim jeans that rested on my hips and a grey<br />
tank top under a cream corduroy jacket. I was never going to be one of those dolled-up babes who<br />
crammed Frenchmen on a Thursday night, drunkenly navigating the pocked street in treacherous heels.<br />
And I couldn’t for the life of me understand why I should put on mascara to go grocery shopping. But<br />
a year of being told I was beautiful and desirable by some of the best-looking men I’d ever laid eyes<br />
on made me want to put my best face forward.<br />
“After lunch let’s go next door, talk a bit with that woman.”<br />
“Today? Now?—” It was happening so fast. Why was I so nervous?<br />
“Don’t worry, Cassie, I’ll take the lead, you follow,” Matilda said, scanning the menu.<br />
Oh dear. Here we go.