After running errands, I choose to stop somewhere for a bite to eat. As I walk towards the door of the restaurant, I peek at myself in the mirror. The bright, Spring-like floral dress stand out against my tanned skin. My hips sway as I walk in brown open-toe sandals that have a 4-inch heel on them.
The hostess asks me, “Just one today? Will a table be alright?”
Nodding my head, I smile and reply, “Yes. That’ll be fine.”
As she places my cutlery and menu down onto the table, I quickly run off to wash my hands in the restroom. Upon leaving the restroom, and letting the rest of the moisture from rinsing air dry, I sit at my table, coffee is waiting.
I begin to peruse the menu and a voice from behind it sweetly says, “Ma’am?”
Lowering my menu, I see a lovely young woman standing before me and she begins to inform me, “There is a gentleman over there who says he would love to pay for your meal.”
My face gets hot and I am clearly aware I am blushing, and I smile and giggle because, well, it was an awkward moment for myself, and I politely decline. I look past her and she is pointing to a gentleman on the other side of the restaurant and I smile, as he waves and smiles back.
She was giggling as she walked back to him to give him my answer.
He walked away, defeated. He shrugged his shoulders and walked away with his friend as I sipped on my coffee, in my floral spring dress, nose in the menu.
Oh, IHOP. How romantic can it get?