Day 69-71.

She thought she saw someone that looked like him come into the restaurant. Him, but much older than she thought he should be. She thought she could feel actual butterflies in her stomach. A sledgehammer in her heart. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. She didn't want to stare or stand up or say anything in case it wasn't him. Or in case it was him for that matter. She had been a fool once before. Never again. 

He turned and sat at the bar instead of heading right to her. Was she at the wrong table? It couldn't be. It's exactly where she always sat.  It must not be him. Look away. 

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He finished his second scotch and decided that was enough. Enough procrastinating. Enough fear. Enough dreading. Enough guilt. He paid his tab, tipped the bartender and stood. Deep breath. Move. He turned to start walking toward her but was stopped dead in his tracks. Someone was at the table with her. Maybe that wasn't her after all. She was smiling and seemed to be enjoying his company. They clinked glasses and were talking. She laughed, tossing her head back just a little. He went back to his seat at the bar and ordered one more scotch. 

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When she turned her head away from him at the bar, she unexpectedly made eye contact with the most handsome man. He had apparently been watching her for some time and did not turn away or shy when their eyes met. He raised his glass to her in a toast. She mouthed, "thank you" as the waiter delivered the cocktail he bought for her. She suddenly felt nervous and excited and... what was that feeling? Oh, right. Happy. Hopeful. She sipped her drink and gestured with the glass for him to join her.