She robotically made her presentation, sat down, and gazed out the window for the rest of the meeting, reflecting on La Fontaine and her weekend with Deacon. She daydreamed of crawling back into the warm bed beside him. She shook her head and redirected her thoughts to the tediousness of the meeting, as best she could. She was relieved and famished when it was finally time for lunch. She tucked her laptop in its case, grabbed her purse, and hurried out. The sensation of cool, fresh air on her face brought her back to reality as she strutted down the main street looking for a bar and grill. She was in the mood to try something new today. The Rest Stop had intrigued her before and she decided to enter the dimly lit pub. She selected a stool at a high-top table, perfect for displaying her sensuous, shapely legs and stylish stilettos. Her eyes swept the bar. Over in the opposite corner sitting in a booth alone was a man whose eyes were focused on her. He held up a goblet of wine and she nodded, holding up her glass of water.
