«Look, your ex is here collecting scraps,» spotting his former wife in the restaurant, Kyle and his mistress hurried over to mock her, but when she turned around, they FROZE IN SHOCK…

Sarah was completely confused. She wasn’t used to shaking hands with men, but Kyle kept holding out his hand, and the situation was becoming awkward. Sarah hesitantly extended her hand in response…

Kyle took her hand, turned it palm up a bit, leaned down, and kissed it. Sarah, who had never had a relationship with men before, was completely confused and sharply pulled her hand away. Did I offend you? — Kyle got scared.

Sorry, I didn’t mean to. You’re just a unique girl, and out of respect for such an unusual girl, I wanted to kiss your hand. It’s okay, everything’s fine, you didn’t offend me, — Sarah blushed.

At that moment, they brought Kyle the box with the cake he had chosen. He thanked the seller and, leaving, said. I’m not saying goodbye, Sarah, we’ll definitely see each other again.

I’d really like to talk to you longer. Goodbye, come back again, — Sarah replied standardly and sat down on an empty chair. Sarah, what was that? — Olivia immediately approached her.

What are you doing? You can’t talk to customers for so long. You’re lucky that Mrs. Andrews isn’t here, or you’d get it good. I don’t understand myself why I approached him, — Sarah said confusedly.

No, that’s understandable, such a handsome guy, I’d talk to him too. I wasn’t even thinking about that, my legs just carried me, some nonsense. How interesting, maybe it’s fate? — Olivia asked.

Olivia, what fate? Look at me and remember what he looks like. And find at least three common traits. Well, you know, anything can happen in life.

What if? What if doesn’t happen. If you’re born in a certain social circle, it’s almost impossible to break out of it, — Sarah noted philosophically. Well, I categorically disagree with you there, — Olivia countered.

What about famous athletes, actors who came from poor families and now live in abundance? I don’t know, — Sarah said honestly, — they just got lucky. Well, at least you believe in luck, that’s good, — Olivia said conciliatorily. Then let’s hope that we’ll get lucky one day too.

Until the end of the workday, Sarah constantly thought about Kyle. She didn’t understand what hooked her so much about him, and why she couldn’t switch her thoughts from him to something else. The next day was Sarah’s day off, and the girl planned to sleep in for the whole past workweek.

But it didn’t work out. Around ten in the morning, Sarah was woken by a phone call. Yes, she answered sleepily into the receiver.

— Still sleeping? — she heard Olivia’s voice. — And someone came here for you. — Who came? — Sarah didn’t get it in her sleepy state.

— Where did they come? — Darn, Sarah, wake up already. The handsome guy from yesterday is asking for you. He came right in the morning.

Sarah jumped up in bed. — Kyle came? — she didn’t believe it. — Yeah, I’m telling you, he’s asking for you.

What should I say? — I don’t know. — Sarah got confused. — Did you tell him it’s my day off? — Of course I did.

— Is he asking for your phone number? — Give it. — Okay, then wait for the call. — Olivia smiled and hung up.

Sarah rushed around the apartment like a stung bee. From excitement, the girl couldn’t figure out what she needed to do. And then another call rang…

The number was unknown, and Sarah immediately realized it was Kyle. Somehow coping with the excitement, she answered. — Yes.

— Good morning, Sarah, — Kyle said calmly. — Good morning. — This is Kyle.

— I figured. Sarah didn’t know what to say. — How are you? — the man asked.

— Everything’s fine, thank you. And you? — And I have a problem, and only you can help me. — What happened? — Sarah got sincerely scared.

— You see, I met an amazing girl. I came to her work, and she’s off today. What do you think, is this a sign from above that we need to spend time together, or on the contrary, that we shouldn’t meet? Sarah smiled.

It was incredibly pleasant for her to hear such words from a man. In her inexperience, she sincerely believed in the truth of these words. And, like any woman, she wanted to hear them again and again.

— I think the first option, — the girl smiled. — Really? Do you really think so? — Yes, I do. — How much time do you need to get ready? — I can manage in an hour.

— Great. Where should I pick you up? — Pick me up where? — Sarah didn’t understand. — I’m in the car.

Where should I pick you up? — Oh, let’s meet in the park, — Sarah suggested. — It’s about ten minutes walk for me to the park. — Why walk if there’s a car? — Kyle was surprised.

— I like walking. — Well, that’s great. Let’s drive to the park together, and then we’ll walk around it, — Kyle insisted.

— Okay, then pick me up near house number eight on Elm Street, — Sarah gave in. — Deal. In an hour, I’ll be waiting for you near the house, — Kyle said and hung up.

Sarah put down the phone and looked at herself in the mirror. — How am I going to get ready in an hour? — she asked her reflection. — What was I thinking when I said ‘an hour’? And what to wear? I have nothing but jeans? — the girl sighed sadly and called her friend…