A Chance Encounter

Elizabeth wanted to see my neighborhood, so last night, after we finished teaching our knitting class, I took her on the metro, and we walked to the bar closest to my house. We got drinks, and sat down outside. After a few minutes, I looked up, and sitting at a table not too far away was someone I was completely not prepared to see. Someone I haven't seen since the spring. A zillion thoughts began racing through my head.

Why did I let my hair get this long? It looks terrible and messy! I can't believe she's here. Wait, why should I be surprised? She works right across the street. What if she comes over here? Wait, my hair's so long, she'll know I haven't been seeing someone else on the side.

She looks up and catches my eye. Smiles, and waves. I do the same, and turn to Elizabeth. "That's Anna," I say. "My hairdresser."